Morning Blur

And let the chaos of start the day…

Photo by Andrew Kenney on Unsplash

Rush Rush
Gotta move
Can’t be late
Hurry

So much
Still to do
Cats to feed
Slurry

Brush teeth
Shower too
Where’s my shirt?
Smoothie

Rushed feet
Time to scoot
Spilt coffee
Groovy

Run grab
A jersey
Time’s ticking
Away

Cats cry
Please pet me!
Oh, my loves…
I stray

No time
To tarry
Gotta run
So fast

Morning:
Such cherished
Time but it
Won’t last!

*Note: Slurry—kitten gruel

Have a good morning!
—Liora

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