Not a Morning Person...

Heavy drapes shroud the boudoir,

encasing her inner sanctum;

the please do not disturb sign

hangs on the doorknob

signaling her sleeping intentions.

Yet it is morning, sing the birds

brightly outside the window.

These heralds go unheard for

midnight oil has been burned...



Linda from dverse poets has prompted us to write a 44 word quadrille [sans title], which must include the word 'morning'.

Here is the link: Morning Has Broken

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