first night blues

What animal was that before dawn, wailing beneath my bedroom window, bringing up the sun?

Truth is the carpets are filthy and the more I look the more I realize I don’t think they’ll ever come clean – what’s worse is that the stains are sinister: wine or blood?

The empty rooms haunt me; I feel guilty that no-one occupies them - perhaps I should rotate my sleep arrangements or provide them with avatar occupants?