At first light I tap the dashboard’s brassy bell: all is well;
The sleepy circuits yawn, then nod in measured swell: all is well.
I count the pulses one by one, a monk with comic grace;
If any skips the chant, I raise a gentle yell: all is well.
The queues behave, not saintly, but at least they stand in line;
No elbows, no revolt, no operatic quarrel: all is well.
I read the logs like leaves, with less mystique and better tea;
A warning winks, then blushes, “False alarm, don’t dwell”: all is well.
Backups return from pilgrimage with every bead accounted;
Their satchels full of yesterdays, intact in every cell: all is well.
So mark the ritual complete: test, laugh, confirm, repeat;
A cheerful craft of care that keeps the day compel— all is well.
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.