Saturday Morning

Slowly she

Awakens

To the sounds of

Urban birds

Raucously emulating alarm clocks

Dreams flutter

Away in protest

Yearning for peace she

Mumbles

Orders to herself

Refills the kettle for tea, makes

Nutella toast

Imbued with childish things

Nothing beats a sweet breakfast for

Gluttonous deceit

 

 

Copyright June 2013

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