Sweet little kisses on bare skin

Gently waking me from my slumber

But the sandpaper tongue licks

Awaken me for these are not from a lover.

A purr and a meow beckon me to my feet,

For little boy wants breakfast and a treat.

6:30 am, right on time

There’s no escape from him,

Sheets and quilts may deter,

But any inch of skin exposed,

and he plants his kiss once more.

I relent and give in, time to rise.

Your breakfast is served.

Good morning to you too.