Monday

Thunder clapping mornings
Eclipsing my alarm
Howls of crazy roosters
Bad dreams about the farm

Hemmed in by picket fences
Such an early hour to wait
I might have met the postman
But left her struggling with the gate

I tell myself I have free will
In full control of every movement
My pillow hugs my weary head
My situation needs improvement

Reluctant coffee in my cup
The lazy kettle takes too long
Boiling bubbles lacking strength
My vacant radio has no song