Once Saved, Always Saved

Light dawns outside and yet the clock delays its morning squawk. Of late, my furry mate and I would walk, but balk she does till nearly eight. It’s great that she can stay asleep; I leap from bed at hours strange. Deranged to most, I wish they’d keep on saving, stop the bleeping change. ---------- A 'Wreathed Octave', ababcdcd where lines 2-8 have an internal rhyme with the previous line's end rhyme. (e.g., clock/squawk, late/mate, etc.)