Morning found us stirring in the den
Whispering in parting shadows as dreams fade
Bushy-tailed,
In warm embrace
That welcomes kissing the new day.
Sniff the air and open wide those eyes,
Taste the atmosphere that's rare and bright.
Then smile and touch-
There is no rush,
We fill the cup
With lucid flakes of golden light.
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