Morning music

I don’t usually do poetry but here is my attempt at haiku. I started to draft this in bed this morning. You’ll understand when you read it.


Four thirty. Bird song.

It wakes me. It is Sunday.

I should be sleeping.


Six a.m. Cat sings,

Jumps on bed, paw in my face.

Might as well get up.

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