rooster

the morning refuses to wake up

and has taken me along for the ride

i can't seem to move

i can't seem to hide

looking across at the diner

those folks have been up since four

when i am their age

there's no way i will greet the sun

 

mama was a morning

papa was one too

when they passed out the genes

i must have overslept

but there are benefits to my nocturnal notions

when a call comes in

i bounce

happy to help

another creature of the night

 

let the mornings sleep

their bacon sizzle crisp on the grill

pour Maynard another cup of coffee

"you know, you know son"

"you're wasting your day"

but Maynard

did you ever think

you're wasting the magic of the night

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Adorable poem. Love it!