Morning Chorus

Morning Chorus

It is the hymn of morning, the cat yowling for food.
Until I rise and feed her, she’ll sit here and she’ll brood.
It happens every Thursday and each day of the week.
She tells me the same story, “It’s nourishment I seek!”
It does no good to lie here and pretend I’m unaware.
She augments her protests, accompanied by that stare!
As I give up on sleeping, every cat and dog
joins in on her chorus. I cannot start my blog
until the whole menagerie has been duly fed
so they can cease their yammering and return to bed.
Then their silence forms a contrast— a peaceful interlude—
that leaves a space for words to fill, and that improves my mood!

 

 

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The prompt words today are Thursday, hymn, information and contrast. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/rdp-thursday-unaware/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/hymn/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/your-daily-word-prompt-information-November-29-2018/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/29/fowc-with-fandango-contrast/

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

10 thoughts on “Morning Chorus

  1. Marilyn Armstrong

    You get yowling. I get barking. THREE of them. I get up, get something to drink because by then I’m pretty dry, give them a biscuit and go back to bed for a while. But less than an hour later, I hear them, though I tend to go to the door and tell them to shut up and let me sleep. Oddly enough, they don’t listen.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      The dogs never ever bark until I am awake, and even then, never do unless I think, “I wonder if the dogs want to be fed.” The minute I think of them, they start barking. It is eerie. If I don’t think of them, they wait until they can see me feeding the cats and then they come to the sliding glass door of the dining room to peek through to the kitchen door where I’m feeding the cats. This never varies. If I slept until 2 and Annie the old cat didn’t bother me, the dogs never would.

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