A memory of times long gone, long past..
As the gleaming rays of the sun,
Fight their way through the fading darkness,
I use the quilt to cover my sore eyes,
As if seeking shelter from the pouring rain.
I long to remain curled up,
In the comforting warmth of my nest.
But the noise, the shouts, the persuasive tugs,
All suffice to take my will away.
The cold in the morning air sends a chill down my spine,
And I wake up to catch the school bus-just in time!