Sleeping In Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

The morning is quiet and still
The birds
Whose song
Usually a awakens me
Still sleep themselves

I hope the fireworks
Did not frighten them away

My neighbours show
Went long and loud
Still my neighbour trees
The screen between me
And my human ones
Feels quite serene

And the apple
Still dressed
In her veil of blossoms
Reassures me
That everything's
All right

Ah there....
I here one now
I guess they just slept in