It was a birthday.
The food had been delivered.
And the cold beverages were.
In the refrigerator
The people who mattered were present.
And was the dog.
The fishes circled in the aquarium.
The And the fan rotated above our heads.
The Packed cake
Was on the table.
We opened it.
Ever so gently
And behold.
There was a flower on the top.
A real flower.
– Anuran
Early Morning Memories 