The sun is still sleeping, the sky is still dark,
But tiny little paws go pat-pat-pat!
A cry from the room, a rustle, a scratch,
A furry little greeting—a tail that wags!
I peek at the clock—not yet five!
I wish, I wish, I could close my eyes.
But a cockapoo’s waiting, one eye brown, one eye blue,
She wiggles and wags—“Good morning to you!”
Behind her comes Matty, spinning around,
His tiny paws barely touching the ground!
He leaps, he twirls, he jumps up high,
Asking for snuggles—oh my, oh my!
The room next door is rumbling away,
Puppies are wrestling—ready for play!
A pit-pat, a stretch, a graceful white pup,
She yawns, she sighs, “Too early to get up!”
But the little ones whimper, the little ones plead,
Scratching and scuffling—“Come help us, please!”
I open the door, and off they zoom,
A flurry of fluff—they fill the room!
Six tiny tails, six happy faces,
Jumping and wiggling—no personal spaces!
“Morning, Rune!” a kiss on the nose,
“Toula, my girl!” a cuddle close.
“Hello, Huck!” a pat on the head,
“Neo, you’re loud!” his paws on my leg!
“Gabby, my dear!” four mitten paws,
And last little Mogli—he’s smallest of all!
Scurry and scamper, tumble and run,
Their wagging tails spinning for fun!
My big dogs arrive, slow and steady,
Yawning wide, not quite ready.
Matty finds his perch so high,
The pit bull stretches, lets out a sigh.
All is calm, all is right,
Morning cuddles—pure delight!
And if, oh if, they could fetch me some tea,
The best morning ever—it surely would be!
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