Early in the morning we greet the light.

The sun comes over the trees,

And dances upon the lake.

Later the back porch becomes warm,

And the favorite place for the cat.

The owl sleeps, and waits for dark.

By noon we are too warm

And seek the shade of the trees.

Our lazy ageing cat

Also seeks the dark.

The world is full  of light

And fishers come off the lake.

The afternoon finds the cat

Hunting among the trees.

We go for our swim in the lake

And lay on the dock to warm.

The water is cool and dark

Unchanged by mid-day light.

Evening comes to our lake

And slumber comes to the trees.

Red and purple rule the light.

My lap draws the cat

Who seeks anything warm.

Crickets sing in the coming dark.

Night has come and all is dark.

There is no moon nor light.

A cradle of trees

Surrounds the lake.

The bed awaits our bodies to warm,

And we will be followed by the cat.

The owl is now king of the dark,

And needs no light.

Where is the cat?

She seeks the warm.

Forgotten by all are the trees

That surround the lake.

There is no light to warm

Our lake and old cat.

Just trees in dark,