Fruit-Loops Poem by empty shell

My stomach stirs my sleep as life pulls me outside
To watch the moon cross the sky
As the mist starts to rise, the stars start to fade
Yet the sun is still just a glow
Robins wake slowly, quietly rustling their nest
As worms crawl out of the dew
Wearing only a robe I watch the sun say hello
To the tranquil no traffic morn
Armed with a spoon and with a bowl in my lap
I'm ready to wake-up the world
Timing my breaths, the wind has now died
CRUNCH
The robin takes flight
CRUNCH, CRUNCH
As my jaw moves, the world wakes
Still chilled but now warming, I smile
As I hold the bowl to my mouth and drink life