It's Still Life

7:15

Coffee is made. Plates on the table.
Radio’s on, but silence takes over.
The dog sniffs the air;
falls back to sleep.
A morning cough from upstairs,
emptying lungs of sleep. Rain drips
from the gutter as I sip coffee.
Silence never tasted so good.

© Misky 2016, 3 August: Quadrille, 44 words.