And like a piano

Solo melody the high

Notes seem to tease

The lumbering lows that

Like children at recess

Whistles of the highs

Like completely boiled kettles

Scream as thumpity gurgle

Of percolating coffee lulls

The s-s-s-izzling of bacon

And the shish-shish scraping

Of buttered knife edges

Back country snow skis

Slowly open your eyes

Like one lazy wink

Of Pandora the cat

And this is morning

In our little home