the morning shift

my attempt at rhyming in a short poem i wrote during a boring morning shift, inspired by a recent friend who does it and has shared their work w me ❤️

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the morning dawn,

lightly mists the peaceful pond.

the day gently nudged to get out of bed,

while the early bird gets fed.

a yawning bright sets the mood,

while the night owls grumble in ‘tude.

the sun is split by a turning shade,

while those stand from where they laid.

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pivot & scrape - sophie thatcher