Awoken by a gentle warmth emanating from
The sun smiling down.
A rare moment,   
Like a finicky cat's purr.

I peer through the windows,
Observing the way the trees bow to the breeze.
The seventh hour is a faded blue.

Leash in hand,
Eager to feel the wind against my cheeks,
I rush to the door.

*chirp chirp*
Birds flutter around my puppy as he leaps into the crisp grass,
*crunch crunch*
The leaves shatter in their perfect piles as he bounds through.

I take it all in
Perching on the top step leading to the prison
That keeps me from the beauty of seven in the morning.
The cage that I call "Home Sweet Home".