A little more time and polishing, and I'm sure it could be better. It's a little rough on the meter and a bit stream-of-consciousness. But again, just for fun, I thought I'd share. Enjoy!
Rousing early I rise; daybreakmeets me, bleary-vised bumbler,lacking coffee, caffeine, neededjolt of power. Goats with gruff voicegreet me, ears of mine assaultingbah-ing, bleating, strongly urgingme to feed them, hunger of theirs'suaging, bellies of theirs filling.Slow are my movements, still slowerdo I rise, but faster comes theirpleading. More insistant, more andmore incessant, pressing 'gainst mywill and wits, it thrusts me up—andout of doors—and into the morningsunshine. What am I to do now?Can one sleep when waked from slumber?Can one slumber when now roused from sleep?No—indeed not! For one must rise,hap'ly wakened, hapless driven,simple feed-source—that's all I must be.Morning, then, I greet thee—yes, andgoats, I feed thee. Essence actuated,yes, and so I am, and ev'n so are you.