English, Poetry

there’s only my alarm clock

not yours  not a cat  moaning  scratching
the wardrobe door  stepping onto the blanket
softly
slowly
welcoming me into the day

only the faint chatter of birds through shuttered windows
the rustle of rain and the wind and the sigh
of the bed frame as I turn

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