We have our morning rituals, the girls
And I, when we arise: Gyppie will stretch
And roll and yawn, while Tiggy leaps and twirls
Hoping I’ll throw a toy for her to fetch.
Then pounding down the stairs we go toward
The back door and the dim-lit, dewy yard
To prove again to squirrels who is lord
Of this domain, a job they don’t find hard.
Before long, Kimmie’s come to feed those squirrels,
And Tiggy claims her portion of their nuts
Insisting on her share with leaps and twirls
Or otherwise she’ll chase their fuzzy butts.
It’s quiet now, and I have time to write
Recording something of the day’s delight.