Smiles

The smiles of 
the morning piano
bleep of kettle 
and hiss of
diffusers casting early 
fragrance skyward bathing
the home in 
a luxurious harmony 
Mr. Clock chimes
the hour as
you finally rise
and follow aroma
around like an 
English setter catching 
a pleasant surprise 
and I stand 
giggling watching you 
play this same 
old silly game 
of hide and
seek you being 
the cat to
our homes mouse