Eight o’Clock || Poem

The pond in front of my bedroom window has frogs in it.

In the Spring and Summer, they tend to be pretty loud.

But that’s okay

Bean in the morning is the worst.

Scratching and clawing at the door of her cage to be let out.

Why can’t I sleep past eight for once?!

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