DON’T DISTURB THE MORNING

Dawn breaks, ready to muck out night’s muddle

Soon the birds shall welcome the sunrise

 

Prayers as calm winds, roam the city

As whispers of supplication, chime in chorus.

 

Some, after a long night’s booze

Have barely made it to bed for a snooze

 

While vernal cohorts, engage in tittle-tattle

Their phone backlights, illuminating a global map.

 

Others with hardened hearts lie vexed

Whiling away time, with thoughts of contempt

 

Not to forget the creative owls

Pooling in inspiration from the ebony aura

 

Soon the sun shall rise, to usher in the day

And gone with the night, its thrilling bustle

 

See every Tom, Dick and Harry wake

In whatever manner they do.

Grumpy or thankful

Refreshed or still jaded.

 

The blush of dawn knocks at our windows

Pleading that we don’t disturb the morning.