My morning, a story told in Cinquains*
Wakes early and
P. ejects him from her room.
He prowls and into the
Middle girls' room he goes. Mewing, leaping
The light sleepers.
Those early wakers who
Tend to shriek and yell and play
young and yelling
children wake at the sounds.
More waking, more yelling, more sound.
My eyes closed, the cat trods
Upon my head as a walkway.
It's too early.
I give up and search for
Coffee, that dark and wonderful
Too early came
Waking, sound, and movement.
Too tired, both adult and child.
*Cinquain - a poet form of five lines with this pattern of syllables: Line 1 - 2 syllables; Line 2 - 4 syllables; Line 3 - 6 syllables; Line 4 - 8 syllables; Line 5 - 2 syllables.