“Cock-a-doodle-do!!!” 🌞

In solitary silence I lie here too easily

This bed is my safe space

I need to slow down from this life’s fast pace

My comfy bed is my own paradise

So soft, sensual, Ooh it’s so nice

Lying flat on my back as I hear the cock crow

He  sits on my fence as he lets out his bellow

Each and every early morning is exactly the very same

He teases me with his timing whilst calling his name

“Cock-a-doodle-do” I hear him yell

Yes Mr. Cockerel it’s light I can already tell

“Good morning to you too my feathered friend”

“But I am writing my poetry and it requires an end” 

Then just as if he has heard me he flies away

Off on his mission of belting his bray

At last the hush has returned once more

Not a soul shall disturb me, I have closed my door

So I am back on my back with my knees in the air

My duvet snuggles me everywhere

I think deep thoughts within my imagination

Things of pure fact or facination

Locked in my imagary is totally bliss

In my flight of fanciful, mental agility abyss

These shreds of threads that I conjure in my head

As I lie cozily betwixt my kingsize bed

My gin and tonic without the gin

Having a lie-in is never a sin

Nor could it be ever committing a crime

Coz at my time of life..I’m just taking my time

I’m done with the fastness of toing and froing

In a rush to get back from the coming and the going

Today as I laze amidst my beautiful boudoir