Copper belly warms the winter air
Pages turn but nobody's there
Whiskers twitch at rising heat
Paws tucked quiet on cold slate
Water sings in metal throat
Notes I learned from hymns of old
Alto breath in steam clouds curled
Waiting for the morning world
Kettle choir sings soft and low
Only cat and shadow know
Steam writes verses on the glass
Hymns for moments meant to pass
Spine of books crack quiet jokes
Dust settles where the light pokes
Tail tip taps a steady beat
On the mat by warming feet
Kettle choir sings soft and low
Only cat and shadow know
Steam writes verses on the glass
Hymns for moments meant to pass
Click and hiss the lid gives way
Song breaks loose at break of day
Fur and metal breath and wire
Singing in the same old choir
Mug receives the amber gift
Steam curls up in morning drift
Cat blinks slow with heavy eyes
Dreams of mice in paper skies
Handle cool against my palm
Kitchen holds a quiet calm
Choir fades to gentle steam
Waking up a paper dream
Kettle choir sings soft and low
Only cat and shadow know
Steam writes verses on the glass
Hymns for moments meant to pass
Steam rises slow
Choir lets go