This morning, he came to greet me with a smile
letting me know before I made my way downstairs
that he had made a big mess.
Than he climbed into the bed,
to give the object of his most diligent affection
her morning greeting.
A smile, while he rubs his nose on her cheek.
She tries to talk, while kicking her feet, mouth wide.
He says, "hello Ophelia" in that drawn way that he reserves
for when he speaks to her....
and than he kisses her cheek,
leaving behind an oval wet mark,
and hops further on the bed, stands up
& flops into the quilts.
Tis our morning ritual.
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