New Day

Early morning coffee.
Quiet, still, no sounds.
Dew, fresh and luscious,
Covers the ground.

Cool, crisp, almost frost.
Squirrel fast rushes by
Scurrying, quickly,
Almost lost.

Stopping, up on his
haunches now.
Checking, sniffing,
Looking, wow!

Suddenly the Robin
Into song launches.
Lulling us longer,
"Stay" he taunts us.

Coffee almost gone,
And so is the bacon.
Time to face the throng,
As the world awakens.