Circles for breakfast

a kick to the ribs
that gives life
to metal

*verrrrrrrrrrrooooommmmm*
*mhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm*

a mutated purr
pricks the
still air

I stand at my door
key halfway in its hole
the sun is racing up to catch me
but I stand still
head half turned
caught on something

*cao-chirp ... cao-chirp cao-chirp*
(at a distance further away)
*cao-chirp cao-chirp ... cao-chirp*

we woke the world
while falling asleep