Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

'Tis dark still, the couthy visage of day not yet visible.
Only early morning distraction from dreams
Makes involuntary eyes open
While sightless ears seek shape from argute cry.
Some nameless bird blind in the brume.
Lost, yet kept company by the tuneless song
Grows lonely on release. Repeats.
So too the echo. Loud enough to fankle all direction
And doubled more than once before it's gone.
Seems like even mist's got sharp erethismic edges 'fore the dawn.
T'wold tear an unwary draffsack fool enough to be moving
So soon from sleep, but lazy ain't stupid.
It stays in bed.