Scratching,scraping,clawingback to the top.
A pin drops,landingon the linoleum floor,unheardby those around.
Wakingas the sky brightens,sleep stillfills my eyes.
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You blink
The hands tick along,minute by minute,hour by hour.
Rain pounding down, grass and flowers drinking it in as if dehydrated.
A journey commencesalong a pathunknown.
In the early morning dewnature spreads its wings.