The Morning A Poem by Aaisha Asfiya Grade 4 In the morning, when I woke up, I could feel the cool breeze brush through my hair. I quickly put on my clothes, rushed outside to look at the beautiful sunrise. As the sun rose, I watched with excitement. Then, a cute bird landed, right in front of me. It stared at me deeply. I placed a bowl of water in the green grass. The bird saw its beautiful face, reflecting inside the bowl. It sipped some water and flew away. Then came a brown, fluffy cat. I slowly picked it up. The soft fur tickled my skin. I patted its head, and it closed its eyes. Then, I took the bowl close to it. It drank water with satisfaction. My mom called me for breakfast. When I was about to leave, the cat purred at me to thank, Making me to remember the cute voice throughout the day.