Early Dreary Morning

graying unto the skyline past confusion blues and misty mountaintops way up high, where the fowls play for hours on end I breath out and watch the smoke swirl and dance roun' each letter The frosty dew has yet to disappear for the day Stray cats lingering through the trashbins, catchin' last nights meal All the while I'm stuck in a dreary morning reaching out for sun, but it has yet to succumb to my needs