AWOKE
Awoke
In the early hours
When the sun was still fast asleep
Rain pattering
On my windows
And the wind around did creep
Too early
Even for the dawn chorus
When mayhem
Usually breaks loose
This morning
They held silent and
Called a hushed truce
My mind
Drew pictures on the ceiling
Against the inky black curtain of slumber
My thoughts
Floated to a distant place
As I lay in my cradle recumbent
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