I Find My Mornings So Forlorn-A Kyrielle Sonnet. Poem by anne seite

I'll kick the cat then stir the fish,
drink stale, cold coffee from a dish.
I'll rise at noon, that's my new dawn.
I find my mornings so forlorn.

Get dressed. No shower, no shampoo.
Another day to muddle through.
A crumpled skirt, a blouse that's torn.
I find my mornings so forlorn.

I think I should have stayed in bed,
my purple feathered hat looks dead,
my army coat is bald and worn.
I find my mornings so forlorn.

I'll kick the cat then stir the fish,
I find my mornings so forlorn.