Awake at the crack of dawn,
pawed in the face.
I first must release the dog,
who leaps outside at a speedy pace.
I quickly use the bathroom,
before returning to my list.
A brief exercise, a long breakfast;
my blog I wouldn’t miss.
Third is a bit of writing,
and read a book that’s coming due.
Set aside and take a shower,
followed with lunch is nothing new.
Honored fourth is a walk,
pepper spray in hand.
Tons of dishes, filthy counters;
isn’t cleaning grand?
With sixth gone, seventh comes,
writing is what I enjoy.
A wandering mind and many yawns,
I’m no winde up toy.
Circular eighth is corrections,
on a novel taking form.
Lots of typing, lots of printing;
revisions won’t be mourned.
The ninth and most elegant,
is the one that comes last.
It’s writing for my blog,
crossed out and lying in the past.
Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog and have no artistic claim to it.