October Morning
by
Ruth M. Wren
I stretched and squirmed, slowly opened one eye,
saw sunlight filter through a gray, dreary sky.
"Get up! I'm hungry," my stomach growled.
"Shut up, you glutton," my drowsy brain howled.
I closed my eyes-searched my inner self,
and started to smile cause that silly elf
said, "Let them simmer, turn over, stay still."
Let your mind waken of its own free will."
So I let my mind wander and time flew by,
as I lay under cover and let my mind fly,
over hill and dale, joining birds on the wing.
October morning, you start with a zing.