Thank you for your comment. You are right about lays, so I changed it. As far as the three A.M. bit goes, I woke
up at three A.M. every morning for over a year when I was single, secluded, and starving to create. If I didn't get up, my cat would attack me. The reason I believe is because we lived in the middle of the city in what one would call a shoe box single, and the only time he went outside was when I accompanied him. I guess I will leave the line "though a peaceful drift at three A.M." vague in that sense. Hoping the reader could imagine how peacful life can be at three in the morning when you live in the middle of a big city. I felt as though I was taking control of my time without distraction.

Thank you for the comment. I thought I'd give mind to an edit just for reaction value. I was in that sort of mood this morning although I am the type to just let it slide too.
I really prefer first reactions to last. I can also be a sucker for rewording what I can't completely explain anyway. I'm glad you've enjoyed the ride.

Settling for laied made me realize, hey, I guess I put my cat in this situation with me instead of giving him to some rich folk to ponder on. I can just picture him laided out on this little night stand I found and placed by my window. He would lay most night and day on that thing until I accompanied him outside for a walk.

I agree. It is very staccato in the begining. I have to tell you, that my walls were paper thin, I had those slit window/blinds, and lived right next to a freeway. One of the busiest in the world. The ally adjacent to my living space was very active morning noon, and night. Homeless, junkies, prostitues,
and even death have been through that alley. For all the frantic pulse in that time, there were sweet city birds in the morning too. With my eyes closed, it sounded as though all of those creatures I had explained were all in the same room with me. So I do believe a sense of staccato was quite an inspiration for the poem. Thank you for the comment.