Eyes and feet on remote control, br Coffee pot(aka 'missile silo') activated. br Activated? I spelled it right? br Roosters all crowing br Under fog-shrouded trees. br Coffee is HOT! Singed tongue... br But, I can't speak yet, anyway. br No sun today...rain on the way. br My house! A bold, new territory br To be discovered... br Every morning... br Damned elves! br They could at least make coffee br For me, br Before disappearing, once again... br Every morning! br But, I usually wake up by tripping br Over a sleeping dog br Who licks the coffee off her fur.