Saturday Dawn

Saturday dawn

he’s calling time,

coffee to brew

my heavy eyelids.

The cat knocks it down

they run through the hall,

it pierces through me

Saturday dawn.

Eggs in the pan

srambled not bad,

why does he cry?

no school today.

Cleaning perhaps;

feeding the cats,

pampers for him

its nothing new.

Odors that faint

litter to change,

running he sreeched

Saturday dawn.






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