She snores gently beside me
As my sleep, it slips away
Sighing, I sit up, then stand to see
The slow and steady rising day
The water’s like a mirror’s glass,
The inlet echoes trees and sky.
Searching for breakfast, gliding birds do pass.
But I can watch the morning scene with but one eye.
The other looks for water, pills and coffee.
Sitting again, I grind out a few more words.
The scene once more plays out before me,
And I wonder how the birds
Are awakened in the morning,
To go gliding even soaring,
without coffee or pills to take with label’s warning,
And most of all without a mate that’s gently snoring.
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