Coffee and Cake

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

There is nothing more splendid than waking up to a hot cup of coffee and a cream sponge cake

Sitting on the patio with birds whistling their musical take

With cool winds just brushing past my warmed lips

Feeling soft hands placed on my shoulders and receiving that awaited good morning kiss

Sipping softly, enjoying the blessings, all this marvel to intake

By simply enjoying my morning coffee and cake

Look, tiny ants gather sneaking away a few crumbs from my feet

They waste nothing, bold little marchers disappearing into the creeks

The wind picks up a leaf, it gently soars past, my eyes slows it down

My imagination sparks, now I see an invasion from the leaf people all around

They must be planning a raid

Conspiring to take my coffee and cake

I pulled my coffee closer to me to fend off the attack from the leaves

This could not be happening, trying to take my morning splendor, I just can’t believe

I stood up, drew Excalibur and shut my helmet

The wind stopped, the leaves dropped, the invasion simply ended.

I sat down, smelled my coffee and took a few sips

But by this time, my cake was on the verge of being finished

I looked up and saw a little bird chirping, moving its tiny head from side to side

Sizing up the remainder of my cake,

It flew on to my table, I watched it moving left to right

Brazen little chap simply flew in for the take

I pushed the plate over to him to make it a bit easier for him to peck

As he was at a little distance, stretching his neck

I guess every creature new of my coffee and cake

The ants took some, the leaf people raided and now this tiny bird finishes up the plate.

But I still do come out on the patio every morning to enjoy my splendor, my coffee and cake.

© 2017 Clive Williams