There's nothing sweeter than the 8 o'clock hour
Of an October Saturday morning
Cool and clothed as the sun dines with me
In the morning sky
A freshly brewed pot
And some decadent French toast
As we basque in the quiet
Turning leaves stillborn from night
Shadows tiptoe from the living room
Exchanging gentle words as they
Bid farewell to the sleepy newborn rays
Peace hums her morning melody
As she stirs the cup for me
A perfect blend of newness and nostalgia
So I dance to and fro
At last resting in my perch
Paws gripping the china
As I sip from the cup of here and now
Savoring the smells, sights, sounds
Tasting the flavorful 8 o'clock hour
Tis sweet indeed
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