5am

The pipes knock with the flow of liquid warmth
Our feathered friends start to communicate in
A language we have yet to master
The cats outside, not so eager for outside manoeuvres
Now the nights are longer, crying a lullaby baby tune,
One about let me in goddam it, it's food o'clock already.
My body aches from one prone position for too long.
Right side left side back,  dreaming of a smaller cup size
Oh the joys of frontal sleeping I can only imagine
My minds awake, neurons sparking together, my body
Awaiting the signal,  re running yesterday's events speeded
Up, stopping at various points to ponder and evaluate
I give a smile as I remember last nights film with mr sam Jackson
Feel also like singing out what I have to do next, my memory shot too
My man turns again, one more snore will get another jab in the ribs
He knows the score about  the snore.
My body decides for me,  the cycle in full flow,  best get peddling
My man senses my loss and rolls soundless onto his back ready to
Sing slumber songs without accompanied  prodding,
I get out of bed..dun daa dun dun
I go brush my teeth..dun daa dun dun....