Early Morning Alarms
First the ghoulish yowl of cat.
Then the dogs’ accompanying scat.
The far off whine of the machine
that abets the gardener’s routine.
With creak of valve and scrape of tool,
water streams into the pool.
This water surging from the jet
completes my waking up quartet.
Yolanda’s key turns in the door,
adding one harmony more.
Her music joins the morning’s set
to swell it into a quintet.
What finer way to stir one’s head
on alternate mornings, here in bed?
For the Writer’s Workshop prompt, Alarm



