Morning sound

I hear the morning
in the creaking of the bed
a cough, a yawn
the shuffle of slippers
in the hall

the coffee is boiling
from far away
with intervals it reaches
my consciousness

while outside the traffic
breaks the silence
the buzzing
of child voices
in my ear

the meowing
of two hungry cats
at the back door
and the softly calling
at the bottom of the stairway

breakfast is ready.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
02/02/2015

© Copyright Rudi Lejaeghere