This morning I find comfort

in the sound of the cat scratching at the door,

in seeing Knox’s eager, wagging tail,

in the mourning doves waiting to be fed,

in the contentious squirrels battling for food.

This morning I find comfort in taking out the trash,

in the sound of coffee spilling into my cup,

in the smell of toast waiting to be buttered,

in cleaning out the litter box.

This morning I find comfort in knowing

I’m here to greet another day.

JDG