Pack the percolator
With coffee podi
In readiness for when the milkman arrives
The long wait for the milk
Punctuated by impatient miaows
From the cats
The milk arrives
Some polite conversation
With the milkman
Hurry to feed the cats
To get them from under my feet
Boil the milk
Brew the coffee
The smell wafts through the house
Mix the milk and coffee
To get that perfect
Sepia colour
One long “metre coffee” pour
To generate the head
And we are ready to go
To the Hippo Rock
Sit; look down into the valley
And then
The first sip:
“Hope to coffee is little less in joy
Than coffee enjoy’d”