Monday's Bitter Cold Morning

The bitter cold to the start of the day

Hum, no sweet birds singing away.

Did they also feel the bitter wind

That mother nature wanted to send.

I let Hannah out while coffee I made

She ran to the garden, where Bunny once played.

The spot all tilled and ready to go

Can't wait for spring to plant and grow.

Hannah came running back to the door

And came inside to a warm spot on the floor.

She held up her foot as she jumped up on the couch

No wonder the clover burrs make her a grouch.

Out they came and she was ready for her nap

She went over and sat in her daddys lap.

The mornings so quite without our Sweet Bunny

She always would find a spot so warm and sunny.

She would wait for the blinds to raise like a drill

So the start of her day would be her big thrill.

Our routines have changed with each passing day

Since our Sweet Bunny Boo passed away.

She learned the trash truck sounds were on every Monday

She followed her dad as he took it out each Sunday.

She stopped at the curb as he sat the trash can out

Checking and searching the ground like a scout.

She raced back to beat her daddy inside

And went to get her bone , the covers did hide.

She tossed up the covers in search of her buried treasure

And flipped out the bone which was light as a feather.

As the weather is changing on each passing day

Oh Sweet Bunny your leaves are blowing away.

I can still see you chasing them and keeping them in play

Oh how we miss you Bunny on this cold and windy day.