The birds outside start their days early
hunting for worms
in the still-sleeping grass.
The fish in the bowl above my bed
parts the water, calling for Moses,
or breakfast. Whichever comes first.
For him, two freeze dried bloodworms.
For me, an old banana and a cup of cold coffee.
The two of us were bred for civility.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
The birds outside start their days early
hunting for worms
in the still-sleeping grass.
The fish in the bowl above my bed
parts the water, calling for Moses,
or breakfast. Whichever comes first.
For him, two freeze dried bloodworms.
For me, an old banana and a cup of cold coffee.
The two of us were bred for civility.
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