For some reason, I completely forgot to post yesterday’s poem. The prompt was “synchronized.”
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Synchronized
like clockwork, the orange
mackerel tabby leaps on the bed,
walks on my head, and I know
it is six a.m., sure as if she’d been
wound and set the night before
The Daily Compost 
Hah! wonderful. Isn’t it the truth though?
Hah, indeed! I knew you would be able to relate. 😉