Early Morning
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
Early morning silence is sweet,
And clock abundant.
It’s a time, when sequestered thoughts,
Are able to survive uncluttered;
I watch, as shadows fade,
Into first light’s breaking,
Street sounds have come alive
With the ripening of hours,
And the audience of night
Has disappeared;
Hours are no longer a whisper,
Softly sealed in hope,
But stepping stones leading toward
Another stressful day;
The next encroachment
Is only a voice entering the Den
“Good Morning Honey”
And the race to feed
The neighborhood cats begin;
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