when a small animal scratching from inside the walls
wakes you up like
your cat scratching at your apartment door
before six am

it is always a good idea to
heat up some coffee
and go outside with your kip and your dog
to watch the sun rise

(even if you can’t see the sun past the tree line)

what is it about
the rattle of an old farm house
basement heater
that makes me feel so
automatically
cozy?