Eight-line Poems

September Morn

September Morn

The nascent day comes later now
with a cool breeze at the morning window
the cat in her usual position, inhaling
the outside but in loaf pose, legs tucked
under for warmth, head nestled in shoulders
and the crows no longer extracting
her growls of frustration, she gazes.
It’s the twenty-second and autumn.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.22.21
Prompt: Nascent.