Written by: Sara Kendrick

Night folded its temporary home
Each segment removed brought
Light through cracks, windows
Doors until my eyes caught

The light of day, saying get up
Time to rise begin chores
The bed is warm and the room cold
Don't want feet to touch floor

Sunlight's penetration awakes
Even the cold, it now knows
Time is short, soon to be warmed up
'Til night its tent unstows