M o r n i n g
by Johanna May
Dark smothering sleepily still
Over a few blinking lights outside
There is a respectful quiet
Even from cars purring by
Instead of roaring
Dreams hover, insists in confusing
With their random vagueness
The last strains of lavander
Puffs up from disheveled blankets
The cat asks a plaintive question
I said: yes, I'm awake.
Posted on 10/07/2019
Copyright © 2019 Johanna May
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/07/19 at 03:11 PM|
As someone with his own cat, who awakens him (whether he likes it or not) between 4-6 am, I can sure relate, and enjoyed this piece, Johanna.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/11/19 at 04:54 AM|
Nicely crafted scene here. Loved the segue from purring cars to cats.