My morning, a story told in Cinquains*

The cat

Wakes early and

P. ejects him from her room.

He prowls and into the 

Middle girls' room he goes. Mewing, leaping

and waking.

Those girls.

The light sleepers.

Those early wakers who

Tend to shriek and yell and play

very loudly.

Other

young and yelling

children wake at the sounds.

More waking, more yelling, more sound. 

It's six.

As in
Early morning.

My eyes closed, the cat trods

Upon my head as a walkway.

Glasses fall.

And break.

It's too early.

I give up and search for 

Coffee, that dark and wonderful

Liquid.

Much, much

Too early came

Waking, sound, and movement.

Too tired, both adult and child.

Cranky.

*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.