In the country bright as morn,
I awake from bed this humble dawn;
Country life so fresh and new,
Morning birds and grass with dew.
As it gently rises to meet the day,
And sit here in a mood to pray;
That cat's are here to greet me well,
Their nice perplexities so sweet and warm.
Merlin and Matilda are their names,
To them but life is full of games;
They sit around my feet new the fire,
To feel the warmth from the night transpire.
A piece of wood on the fire or two,
To stir the pot that the rest all knew;
The other wake and I hear their move,
The wooden timber all tongue in groove.
Merlin jumps up on my lap,
While Matildas seeks some milk to lap;
The grey old clouds that line the sky,
The bathroom water just trickles by.
It seems the day has rain in store,
From the wooden house my pen implore;
From time gone by in now day years,
It touched my heart to draw few tears.
Signed,
Zeal St.
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