Odin is Singing

Odin is Singing

Odin is singing.

He is standing next to my bed, singing
awakening me before the rays of the sun
creep through my window.

Odin is singing.

Softly, with dulcet tones.
"Wake up Mama," he sings,
"wake up, I'm hungry."

Odin is singing.

He jumps on the bed,
his soft fur brushing my hand
as he sings.

Odin is singing.

Taking a quick breath as he nips my fingers
"Mama wake up," he sings
before he rubs his head against my cheek.

Odin is singing.

His nose is against mine
as my eyes open, just a slit - but too late
because he sees.

Odin is singing.

Now he has a purr in his throat
because he knows I'm awake
and it's time for breakfast.