THE KETTLE THAT SCREAMS TOO EARLY
The kettle shouts before it’s hot,Announcing urgency it’s not.At five a.m. it starts a war,With sleep that hadn’t closed the door. I beg it softly, tap its side,It whistles louder, full of pride.The water barely starts to steam,Yet kettle acts like world-ending scene. By breakfast time my nerves are gone,The kettle hums like nothing’s wrong.It…
