Early Morning Haiku

For some reason, at the edge of consciousness, in the early morning I seem to have this mental clarity that doesn't occur any other time of the day. For instance, this morning, as Molly performed her very persuasive get-up-and-put-your-sneakers-on dance, this little haiku came into my head:

Lick, lick, six-fifteen.
Get up let’s go for a walk.
Cold, wet, puppy nose.