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