Folded
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
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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