"Good Morning, Babies!"

The door unlocks, the dawn is near,
Soft bells ring as paws draw near.
Six young cats and five grown old,
Step down the stairs, their stories told.

"Good morning, babies!" I softly say,
As they stretch and blink my way.
Pickle spins in eager cheer,
Knowing breakfast time is here.

Phoenix munches, calm and proud,
Crunching dry food, purring loud.
Sapphire and Sue-Bella leap in flight,
Escaping gates with playful might.

Then Chester, massive, strong and grand,
Follows them to older land.
Now for the elders, slow and wise,
Jovie wails with pleading eyes.

He sniffs each bowl, then tries again,
As if he’s starved since who knows when.
Felix stays, too snug to roam,
Preferring meals they eat at home.

Gilberté kneads the countertop,
Milk then treats—she won’t be stopped.
With bellies full, they watch me move,
Litter trays now fresh and smooth.

I climb in bed, my shift is through,
As tiny paws still pad in view.
Wrapped in warmth and purring deep,
At last, I drift to peaceful sleep.

Disclaimer: The poem and the music are both AI-generated and are intended for informational and entertainment purposes only.

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