The night space is still slumbering
Its vast dark mouth wide open
Like a monster's black yawn
The higgledy-piggledy teeth twinkling out
Sickle-moon sneering at my lure
Rousing dawn's gusto by a quick cafe au lait
I rise before the sun rises
My modus-operandi to precede the sequel
4 a.m. a hush-hush wake up
Right in the kitchen for an invigorating coffee
Pea berry grounds put into the filter
Pressed gently, in poured the scalding water
Plop plop like the rain drop
In the receptacle decoction dripping
Eyeing around readily boil milk
An esoteric mix of my secret coffee ready
Sip and swig the frothy drink
The aroma savouring my nasal and throat
In glides so fresh err anybody else wakes up
Dawn roused
