Goodmorning!
I see the hand of the time creep
When half the world is asleep
And the moon in the silent night
Fading into the rising daylight
I see an owl with her fearful face
Perching from place to place
And rats on the deserted street
Not caring whom they meet,
Fighting and gnashing in a ratlike brawl
Dogs bark and growl
Sniffing and digging the ground
And chasing bitches as the go merry round
I hear goats bleat in the dark corner
And bats flying in a zigzag manner
Temperature drops
Weting every surface with dewdrops
I hear cock crow in a distance
And a chorus not far from where i stand
And mourning doves mourn
A solemn tune for the waking morn
I hear doors creaking, lights on-ing,
Sleeping souls waking, feet shuffling,
Tap running, phone ringing
Faces emerging, bodies stretching,
Kettles hissing, clock chimming,
Brightness appearing
I take inventory, and walk in
Someone is approaching
I say the word i say every morning-
Goodmorning! ! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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