Up at six
To walk the dog
Back a few minutes later
For the quiet
Of Sunday morning
The fans upstairs hum
The cat calls
The dog snores
The refrigerator whirs
And finally,
Number Three is up
Hitting each step on the wood floors
With a clumsy gait
Inspired by a groggy head
His voice raspy and high
As he laughs at the dog
And wrestles with morning induced boredom
Nearly setting in as quickly as he awoke

It’s over

The licking of the dog is so loud
The cats have food and water
There is plenty to do
How could you be bored…
Already

Maybe there is still time
To attempt a nap
Before it gets really loud