I got an early text.
The cat mistook it
for my alarm.
She’s meowing for
breakfast.
Glarm!!! “Cat!”
Now I have to get up.
Not wearing my
glasses,
I look out the
back window.
A fire in the
distance?
I can’t tell
through the trees,
so I put on my
jeans,
and go out front to view.
The sun is rising,
brilliant orange
this morning.
Clouds above are
dark blue.
No school.
I’m going back to
bed.
Vociferous
cat.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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