When I go out my door, today,
in trusty tennis shoes.
I pad along with ears alert
to hear the morning news.
The sparrows twitter cat is near.
I see her hiding there.
The postman’s started out his rounds.
The morning weather’s fair.
But judging by the soggy leaves,
it rained here in the night.
The neighbors must have stayed out late.
The house is locked up tight.
The silence signals all is well
while people start to stir.
Then soon to-dos will shout out loud
and day will be a blur.