more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets

Sort of in response to Stephen and his cats:


Coffee is brewed,
animals fed,
a plate of food
and back to bed!
Snuggled down, and
a book in hand –
Happy Sunday!


I’ve had cats, and they always got fed first in my experience. Pigs aren’t so privileged: 


The winter chill
keeps me abed.
Above the sill
ears, then a head
slowly arise,
and in surprise,
ask “how ‘bout me”?


As Churchill said: “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.”  She doesn’t get breakfast first, but she adds a tang of guilt to the marmalade.


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2 responses to “more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets

  1. Happy Sunday! Nice ha’sonnets! and nice Sunday, at least for you. The pig, it seems, can only be a voyeur to your breakfast. 😉

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