Sunny with possible pancakes

It*s not even the official pancake day yet.  It is a day off from school, however.  It is sunny, bright, and now it*s time for pancakes.

The morning is bright

With sun and birds.

She chirps in the kitchen,

Begins to pour pancakes

To be sacrificed

To the gift of maple syrup

On the dining table altar,

The gift of maple syrup

Decanted from trees,

Cooked down

From the north woods

Of Wisconsin.

It came with a story.

The pancakes develop a story

Of their own,

Raw

Burned

Finally perfect brown,

Quite a story of their own.

The maple syrup

Waits on the table.

It is sunny today

With very possible pancakes

And syrup

Of course

Syrup.