Assonace
As I sleep, outside falls soft sleet and the winds sweeps most of it away.
The birds chirp as I usurp the position of a late sleeper today.
I wouldn't want to wake up too soon, in my comfy blanket cacoon
but as always, I must anyways.
I almost miss the quiet hiss
that signals the need of my cat getting its feed.
After the summer's heat killing
and the fall's sudden chilling
it almost feels thrilling
at the autmun parade.
Copyright © Monica Tran | Year Posted 2006
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