A four line poem that has something to do with: early.
We had a pretty decent market this morning, despite a rather slow start and a bit of rain. But thankfully once the sun came out, so did the customers.
While we were eating breakfast this morning a raccoon wandered into our yard. I'm glad Kat was there too or else I would have assumed I was dreaming. I haven't quite adjusted to being awake at 5:30 in the morning yet.
Now I'm pretty much asleep on my feet, so let's get on with it.
The alarm pokes me awake,
Or at least it tries.
It's early morning deafness,Though it is unwise.