Eyes and feet on remote control, <br />Coffee pot(aka 'missile silo') activated. <br />Activated? I spelled it right? <br />Roosters all crowing <br />Under fog-shrouded trees. <br />Coffee is HOT! Singed tongue... <br />But, I can't speak yet, anyway. <br />No sun today...rain on the way. <br />My house! A bold, new territory <br />To be discovered... <br />Every morning... <br />Damned elves! <br />They could at least make coffee <br />For me, <br />Before disappearing, once again... <br />Every morning! <br />But, I usually wake up by tripping <br />Over a sleeping dog <br />Who licks the coffee off her fur. <br />Ack! <br /> <br />Good, better, Morning to you!<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-morning-poem-2/
