Apple Cider Cinnamon

Heat blasts from the oven

The biscuits go in

And replace the bacon

Cinnamon rolls caked with icing

Sit just waiting 

For those still starving

Across the room

The fire is stoked

And floor swept by straw broom

Small candle lights bob about

And the kids have no doubt 

Breakfast is ready soon

Down the stairs

Then back up

Thunderous petit feet

Bring joyful glares

And greetings from the young pup

Outside a car pulls in

Doors swing close

And larger ones open

Still, the cat leaves to wherever he goes