Sun Up Late

flyingfish

 

What if the sun did not rise?
It slept in.
Banged the alarm off, hard.
Would you go back to bed?
Would you scream and holler, 
"Not fair! I have to get to work".
The bells still chimed.
The cocks crowed late, hesitant.
The birds peeped a look, under doona covers.
The town took an extra nap, snored.
The wind sighed and held its breath.
The flowers hugged their petals, budded.
The neighbors, used to early starts,
headed off in the dark with headlights on
to drop the kids at school.
Did they know the Sun was late, On Strike? 
Perhaps not!
The street lights stayed on for now.
No glimmer of red on horizon, 
to give sailors warning.
Darkness in series never ending, 
no sequel in the works.
Come on, Sun! 
Get Up!
We're waiting?
Still!

  • Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2021 00:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Principled write, F.F.
    My work ethic sucks that bad.
    Sometimes.

    • flyingfish

      Thanks very much for your reply. Waiting for sunny side up. Cheers



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