There is little more as lovely as this purring lump of fur.
Well, perhaps a pen fresh with ink or when Saturday’s a blur.
Perhaps the first step into the clean new foot of snow
or finally arriving to the place you set to go.
I think of all the first sips and all the first bites, too
the smells of a roadside diner, confections and hot brew.
Rolling down the window driving past the oceanside
that single millisecond atop a rollercoaster ride.
Nose delights on a hike: Spring rain turning dirt to mud
and finally releasing a heavy armload with a thud.
Little nooks and hideaways nestled out of sight
the very first “I’m sorry” whispered after fight.
Music on the radio and sunshine in my hair
thunderstorms and candles lit, the need to go nowhere.
I’m sitting quite content with this purring ball of fur
remembering all the little things that make life a little more.