In the Morning Wake

In the morning wake when all's a dark, the fog outside shivers down the bark. In the distance, under the streetlight, the morning mist, aglows so bright. Down the road, fo and fum, a car engine starts with a muffled hum. Past the houses, so peaceful and quiet. Soon it will be, a massive riot. When the sun rays show, the town starts to wake. No longer dead, it thrives in the make. 1-29-13