The ‘Poem A Day’ Project – Day 33

I sit as the morning sun is forcing its way through the blind
Pondering what thoughts or ideas live in my waking mind
The tea beside me steaming softly though my taste buds are still sleeping
And across the town hundreds of alarm clocks are beeping
Cats are stretching and yawning heading off for their morning prowl
As the sunbeams slowly dry the dew like a gentle dabbing towel
Many thoughts jump for attention but one pushes its way through
Why do I always wake up early on days that I don’t have to!