Early Morning Musings

Night fades, Day breaks; Shattered pieces of Crescent Moon fall on grass in glittering specks. The Sun yawns and stretches; Too early to wake up, I wake up. Dawning my fuzzy pink bathrobe to greet the breaking Night and sobering of the Sun, I am greeted, in turn, by a herald of the news. Upon a steel horse, he glances at me, once, twice, and hurls a chunk of knowledge at me. Knowledge is power, and power hurts. I remind myself to get a dog.