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