Some poetry for a change:
DAWN CHORUS
Awake
Life takes a swipe at me with morning's spoon
And bitter the taste
Snap
Then crack the bones to roar with raking stretch
A little further this time
From the dark
Reality whispers
"Come on!
You've been expecting this
You are still you
And you are still sad
What more was there to expect?"
And?
…and I sigh.
How dark the night?
How far away?
Too far behind
So it would seem
I breathe
It is taken in
The dawn
Again, with mocking nod
Does its worst
And dawns upon me
Knock, knock
This is it
This is it
Again
Good Morning!
Good morning?