Early one Morning Again

 Early one morning again. Smokey on the fence. First light. Cat from the hill ,that he is.

  Spencer , his brother, also from the hill. Come from their own home. Early in the morning. Here he is. On the porch. Snoring away.

        And meanwhile, the roses bloom. Black Bacarra Red. It's scent of chocolate  quite heady.
       
 "All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a twin. "(Lord Byron)

                     And the Peace roses  open.

                        The Campaula Takesana begins.

      And Spencer yawns on the pavement. His sojourn on the chair ended. He takes to rolling in the dirt.This early morning.

       "Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. The way of life is wonderful' it is by abandonment." (Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882)

                   Early in the morning the poppies bloom.

                     And  Iris stare out between bars of green stalks.

                               Early in the morning.

                 Till late in the day. When Smokey once more sits on the fence. Surveying his world.

                                     And Spencer decides to join to have cat conversations with his brother.
                                         They can see their own house from the fence.
                                    Their humans are calling."Smokey" "Spencer"
                                                          Instead they loll about.

                                        Till the sunset wanes. And home they toddle.
                                                                   Till it's early one morning again.