Scratch Scratch

Click Click

Hoot Hoot

Cock-a-doodle-doo

A warm pot of tea

Or a hot cup of coffee

Tends to sit at my desk

As inspiration and ideas

Click in my head

The gears begin to turn

The words begin to flow

Frantic typing

Occasional sips of a

Now cold beverage

Is that sun peaking through the window blinds?

As the last words flow and fade

So does consciousness

My eyelids are heavy 

As my fingers continue in vain 

Fine

Time for bed