A Poem for Morning

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A Poem for Morning
Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash

In bright pink morning

as birds wake

to another day of quarantine (to which they pay no heed)

I pet a black furred cat who yowls

for forgiveness from the night’s cold

and smell the simmering masala on the stove.

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