Just a poem before I go

My front porch.

Nearly every morning
When the sun comes up
I’m on my front porch
Drinking my first cup

The birds awaken
Stretch their little wings
I Finish off my coffee
And I wait to hear em sing

The mockingbird sings
Someone else’s catchy tune
Flys down to catch a bug
I’ll be sitting here till noon

Lizard getting sun
On the front porch rail
Cat sneaks up and
Tries to catch it by its tail

Time to turn the fan on
It’s getting kind of warm
Being lazy on the porch
Is its own art form
BC