Morning sound

I hear the morning

in the creaking of the bed

a cough, a yawn

the shuffle of slippers

in the hall

the coffee is boiling

from far away

with intervals it reaches

my consciousness

while outside the traffic

breaks the silence

the buzzing

of child voices

in my ear

                                                                           

the meowing

of two hungry cats

at the back door

and the softly calling

at the bottom of the stairway

breakfast is ready.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

02/02/2015