Wake to cloudy morning so dimly lit
A yawn, a stretch,
Move to edge of bed and sit

Hearing only one song of the bird
We have well come to know
The loud cawing song
Of the very large crow

The rain begins falling
And steady it flows
A squinting glance at the clock as disinterest grows

With life seeming distant, a scratch of the head
A yawn, a stretch,
A crawl back into the favorite part of the bed
Into the perfect pillow is buried the head

Adjust the covers just right
To self and gloomy morning
A whisper g’night

– Sheryl Kay Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®
Copyright © 2013

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