Reveille

I had the perfect pillow height that night

and I slept so well

until the clear bell-sounds

of my diminutive supervisor

rang out in the early morning darkness.

Her brisk forward march into my bedroom

was quickly followed by roll call.

I could almost see

her clipboard and pen

as she announced her wishes and demands

for the day.

A strong soprano

with militaristic tendencies.

Precious little hawk.