The Morning Rain
Every morning I dance naked
Singing in the morning rain.
None are there to observe my antics
None to share a laugh or pain.
Well, the angels perhaps.
I'm sure they chuckle
When I reword tunes
From the radio's knuckle.
I'll sing opera, in my strongest untuned voice
With a cast of one, and an audience the same
Oh the cat? Yep, he's both one and none
More interested in the craziness than the game.
He'll accompany me, sometimes (singing, not showering)
And mewl in his finest voice
Mostly he just keeps me company
'Cause he can, by choice.
So before the sun is awake
And before the sky blazes orange and the stars wane
And before my waking dreams have faded
My song resounds in my warm morning rain.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
