Morning found me drunk with sleep,
head spinning with exhaustion
It crept beneath my eyelids,
peering in with little caution
And pushing them awake
divorced my eyes from furtive dreams
To witness neither morning
nor its sun-enchanted beams
A murky cave of hollow cool
and dark surrounds instead
And from my paws I perk my ears
to lift my weary head
Elusive light both weak and grey
intrudes into this den
With heaving sigh I curl my tail,
fall back asleep again