Waking's Hard

Is morning here? Along my wall
shadows appear and start to crawl,
grey-water light drips in my room.

We all agree that waking's hard.
Still dozing out in my backyard
the rooster nods his fleshy plume.

I pull the blankets overhead
and hope for one more hour in bed
before the work of day resumes.

--for Poefusion: title Fleshplumes
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