The tea kettle whistles
its wake-up call,
tea fills the mug,
double-strength.
In jeans and her favorite red t-shirt
with Lake Almanor on the front
she ambles out on the deck.
Sinking into the wood chair
padded by blue towel
she thinks what a perfect
start to a day.
Gazes at the water rippling by.
A yellow VW chugs over the bridge,
the cat finds her lap,
a poem finds her pen,
she slides lower.
She sips the double-strength tea,
goes for a refill.
Ambling back to the creek deck
she subsides and sips again,
gazes at the green water rippling by
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