Sunrise

Sunrise
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I wake up,
Open the window,
Look out.
Routine...

Look out,
Stare at the sky,
Hope to see the sun.

No,
The great puffs of smoke,
Puff out of their shoots,
As if they were sneezing
Boxes being swallowed up,
The big, bad mouth opening
And closing,
Smiling as if they were chuckling at me,

A slow, menacing chuckle

I know I shouldn't,
But I couldn't help it.

I fear if they hear,
They'll swallow me up,

Their big, bad mouths...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013