Onomato-pea-a

I’m Onomato-pea-a The window is my home. I love the sounds of cooking At day, at dusk, and dawn. Mom clomps into the room And clicks on every light The curtain whooshes open, I wake up, “No more night!” Drawers squeak, cabinets creak Bread plonks down on the counter Bacon’s opened, flour’s measured Pans clang on rusty burners I hear the toaster popping The bacon sizzling in the skillet Eggs cracking, the spatula clacking While the gurgling coffee pot drips Grapes are rinsed, herbs are minced, Mushrooms crackle and splatter The butter fizzles, the batter sizzles As pancakes bubble and spatter The kettle shrieks and whistles The blender whirrs and hums Forks jingle, spoons jangle Mugs are placed with a thud The microwave vrooms as the oatmeal spins The mixer churns the dough Knives chop, apples topple, The oven dings—ready to go! Glasses chink, dishes plink, Plates and bowls karrunnn! Slippers shuffle across the floor Grumpy faces grunt and yawn Water whispers from the faucet Syrup drizzles from the nozzle Orange juice glugs into a glass Milk splashes from the bottle Muffin liners crinkle off Bacon’s piled on plates Fruit is munched, toast is crunched, Oatmeal’s slurped and scraped Juice is gulped, tea is sipped, Coffee’s filled then spilled! I hear a moan, then, “Don’t groan…. Just clean it up!” the mug’s refilled. Cream cheese spreads on toasted bagels, Eggs are salted with the shaker Coffee’s stirred, seconds are served “Mmmmms” and “Yums” are uttered Serving dishes bounce and rattle, Cups and plates clink on the tray Dishes crash into the sink With a bonk! Clunk! And Clank! Rags swirl around the counter Trash is lugged through the door The broom swishes on the ground The mop glides across the floor The Dishwasher rumbles and purrs the refrigerator drones and sighs the clock ticks, the faucet drips I stretch, yawn and shut my eyes.