Jul 04

Morning


And then I wake
and sun rumbles through the room 
like an earthquake 
rumbling into life
the morning sounds cutting through like a knife
a cup of coffee 
to wake me up
my cat's meow ringing in my ear
something I wish she would not make me
hear
my dog playing 
runing around 
listen to the click clack
or her claws on the ground

the morning is here