Post a night shift

                        

One fine beautiful sunny morning.

Saved by coffee but still been yawning.

Streets been busy and the vehicles horning.

I turn around and keep looking and exploring.

The laughters of the neighbours kids outpouring.

A cloud of thought that's in my mind enforcing.

Even though it's dawning and the birds chirping.

It's time to hit the bed and get lost in dreaming.