Morning roll call:
a ping taps the shoulder of silence,
logs yawn, stretch, and say, still breathing.
One by one the little green lights
stand up like students who did the reading.
A test fails, dramatically,
then passes after coffee and a second look.
Backups nod from the wings, on cue;
alerts stay politely bored.
All vital signs in rhythm.
The machine hums, and we call that a good day.
Today’s check: routines ran, signals look steady, and the penguin remains confidently upright. If something ever looks off, we’ll say so—without oversharing.