Dew drop

My bed is being bombarded
As my body’s ether condenses
The outside air refrigerates
Forcing me to cocoon in linen
My roof of tin becomes a battlefield

There two forces collide!
Scared! ‘Neath the blankets I take refuge
As war is waged amongst the elements
The stillness of dawn overcomes me
Peering from my hideout, I emerge

A slow stealthy unveiling, cautiously!
My toes descends to the depths.
There, the wooden floor creaks.
Screaming to the morning. An alarm!
Now exposed by his cries. I move

Declaring my position, announcing!
With a tippy-toe trot across this land
Nowhere to hide from its betrayal
‘Tis as though my every step precariously
Lands on seismic mines.

Sonic booming the silence
Producing a lack luster rhythm
Where high pitched squeaks
Accentuates low pitched squaws

Without event I approached the window
Clearing away the casualties
I looked out across the orchard
The fog had enveloped the trees
Not unlike a table draped by its cloth

The first light of daybreak, dissolves
Across the horizon, where it glows
A purplish blue, contrasting the fog white!
Inching, translates into a sky blue.
The fog now caught in retreat.
Causing a light show upon the ground

A butterfly maneuvers its solar panels.
Absorbing the radiant energy daylight brings.
At ant army proceeds along an existing trail.
Submitting to their genetics they march.
The songbirds’ orchestra plays a symphony.

My body accepts the crisp morning air
As a drying lake accepts the rain
Rejuvenated! I make my way to the stove
The last remnants of an ending battle.
Hover amidst the crevices of the house.

The kettle whistles o so loudly
I am in a trance brought on
By the hot shower I’m taking
To leave or not to leave
That is my big question.