When I rise in the morning
all I’d like in bed with
your’s truly
(along with the missus)
is a ray of sunshine.
At the risk of sounding
a tad
flamboyant,
I might say:
it’s divine.

Up come the shades
and out come the shades
if I’m going outdoors
fewer clothes than other days
is my usual way
to treat blissful
sunshine
a share of which is mine

After the bed is made,
the cat requisitions a beam or two
It’s what cats do
and you do too
if you know
what’s
good
for
you.