Ringing and Dinging,

           an alarm of cacophonous singing, stinging

                  my ears with discords that mirror that dreadful feeling when I wake.

I wish to go to bed, but little time is left

        So I must pry myself up out of my pillow nest

                  It's time to join the flock of early birds to school, a owl among them

But I as I stretch my wings I see  furry black sun great my morning.

With a face of a fluffy angel,

                                           and a nose wet like a placid lake,

                       I find my morning sun and peace

                       wagging its tail at my feet.