...'Twas the patter of feet which awoke me;
heard a tap dance performed in the wall.
But the sight of the clock did provoke me;
back asleep's where I wanted to fall!

But again, little feet once more scurried
as the end of my sleep was proclaimed.
No, my eyes didn't like being hurried.
"Little mouse, this is WAR!," I proclaimed.

So a plan for the battle, I plotted.
There'd be traps of all kinds, ev'rywhere
placed about and strategic'ly spotted;
what it took to succeed--didn't care!

I'd been kind, up till now. That was ending!
No more--nice, Mr. Softhearted Guy.
Now, my sleeping rights needed defending.
In a mood set for combat, was I!

Quite disturbed, now; my teeth clenched and gritting,
I did open my eyes to the day.
There before me, a letter was sitting
and my anger just melted away.

Like a tent, was its shape due to folding.
Of the day, 'twas the very first sight.
Though most words, from my view 'twas withholding,
what I saw brought a surge of delight.

Just two words, could I read at this moment
but these brought me such warmth and such glee.
Just a greeting to be, it was so meant
but how nice to wake up to and see.

All my anger was gone with no warning
and contentment took hold--sprouted--grew!
There before me, from you was "Good Morning".
...Felt to me like 'twas spoken by you.