Morning Bells

The nearby bells chime in the night.
Warning us of the oncoming light.
Shouting out warnings just before morn.
Calling to us who in darkness are born.

Away we scurry to esape the first rays.
Back to our prisons to wait out the day.
In beds made of oak we sleep peacefully.
With thoughts full of sorrow and day-walking dreams.

-John Ratlif