Day and Night
The birds chirping awake me from my deep sleep.
Mom is making breakfast:
hot pancakes and sizzling bacon.
Pancakes so hot they'll melt your butter,
in just a second.
Sizzling bacon that will make you
get up and want to dance.
The spray of steam warms the air.
The day is so short.
The temperature is getting colder,
it is the start of night.
I glance to see the sun one last time,
only to realize it is the moon.
The soothing glow of the fire
and ashes burning to a crumb.
Everyone gathered around a fire,
telling stories about their childhood.
Little kids sleeping on their mothers,
others running around, losing energy quickly.
I lay on my bed and fall asleep, knowing that tomorrow
is a fresh start with a new day and night.
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