The morning comes unwanted,

creeping outside my window...

 

the new day with its sunrise balaclava

hoping to catch me unawares,

 

desperately trying to recall my dreams

as they escape across the lawn.

 

No matter, they will come back again,

one day I'll catch them forever.

 

There's a fox outside staring at me intently,

the edge of the day peels open, he disappears.