The porch does not often call to me
It did today
And so I sat outside
In the air
In the breeze
In the sunlight shaded by the trees
And listened to the birds sing
Their lyrics escape me
But their melodies do not
And the cats want the birds not to escape them
While the morning is yet cool
While the air is nice
And the breeze makes bearable the damp
It is good to sit outside
With a cup or two of coffee
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