Thanks to @NathanHuman and @Orbette
Notes,
studied on the refrigerator door.
The cold hum,
drowned
by breakfast’s gleeful crackle.
Crisping, a glistering foam.
Dark fat.
Smoke gently billows
and mounds,
pillows of soft grey
lit by morning’s milky white
milk-light.
A window opens.
The world comes in
and pulls the smoke away,
throwing scents of morning
across lawn
and yards.
One house stirs,
roused.
Breakfast awakes.