The clock is ticking loud and clear,
Each minute feels like an hour.
The sound of every passing second
Reminding me I should be sleeping.
The boiler slowly kicking into life.
The flame reigniting
Both these constant noises
Remind me that I’m still here – fighting.
The humming of the refrigerator
The computer slowly whirring
I rise up from my creaking bed
At last a moose is stirring.
The creaking doors and windows
As I greet the world outside.
The kettle boiling and cigarette being lit
Sighing with that first nicotine hit.
The crow down below
Squawking with all its might
“wake up you lazy bastards
it morning time not night”
The cats following me around the place
“Feed me I want to stuff my face!”
The mornings are my favourite time
Full of joyous sights and noisey rhyme
And so at 7 am here I sit
Taking in all the sounds
A new day is beginning
Another day that I will be winning!
