Morning Bear Poem by Levi Hamlin

A satisfied smirk soon joins lifted cheeks and brow by yawn
My eyes often slow to adjust far missed the fabled dawn.
Transparent drapes dance about my chilly wind-blown room
Half in a beauteous dream like the lucky streak of a mushroom.

Extended limbs reach all corners of my cloud in waking
The tips of each finger and toe with a slight bit of shaking.
Finally with groans resembling both of whales and bears
I manage to start the day with a cold and blank stare.