Sort of in response to Stephen and his cats:
Coffee is brewed,
a plate of food
and back to bed!
Snuggled down, and
a book in hand –
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
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.
2 responses to “more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets”
Happy Sunday! Nice ha’sonnets! and nice Sunday, at least for you. The pig, it seems, can only be a voyeur to your breakfast. 😉
Thank you. 🙂 I hope you enjoyed your Sunday too.