Dawn Roused

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 Eying around readily boil milk An esoteric mix of my secret coffee ready Sip and swig the frothy java The aroma savoring my nasal and throat In glides so fresh ere anybody else wakes up