Morning

Listen.
Where’s the morning sound?
There are normally birds
In frenzied song,
Cars ploughing
Along the road,
And the cries of
Angry babes,
Hungry for the day.
But all is quiet,
Something is amiss.
So I lie in my bed
Wondering at the quiet
And deciding
Whether to disturb it,
Or not.

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