"Too Early for Lamb Chops?"

up at the crack of dawn
making ten cups of vashon island
ectasy espresso to start the engines
yawning because at 1:30am Gypsy
had me up when she went outside
in the freezing hill country air
and treed the same cat twice
I could find the cat in the trees
from the reflection of the light
in its eyes from my flashlight
if I went out to get Gypsy it scared
the cat who instead of getting out
of Gypsys area just went up a new tree
finally got her back in the cabin
and went back to bed
we had visitors as we ambled about
shining circles of white light
reflecting off the light of my flashlight
from the eyes of the deer
shooting back at us from the feeding area
in the pitch black of night
they do not run off in the dark
as they do during the day
the cabin is cold but we like it that way
the sun is up now and we are
headed for a 70 degree day
but before that at 8:30am
we put six lamb chops on our new
weber gas grill, we like this grill
as we consumed our second espresso of the day
and did some water color painting
trying out ideas for the cover of my poetry book
we waited for the chops to cook
it didn't take long
we tuned in an old Ray Milland movie
on our new flat screen tv
and Gypsy and I ate the chops
as I did up the dishes I watched
one of my five feral cats stalk
the doves, cardinals, finches and blue jays
feeding outside my kitchen window
we heard crows early this morning
when we sat on the porch waiting for the sunrise
but it was pretty quiet when our mind wandered
trying to figure out what our morning would be
the cats found the warmth of the morning sun
the birds as well as they twittered around the feeders
keeping a close watch on the cats
Gypsy has gone down for her morning nap
my thoughts have found my finger tips
enabling me to find this story
such is a cold winter morning here at the cabin
should we have saved the lamb chops for lunch?