First morning of the year

Whilst drivers burrow under duvets against the light
Trading hangovers for darkness
The road outside rests
And the cloud free morning eases
Quietly out of night into a light blue stillness.

Siskin, our cat, is sitting alertly
on the windowsill
Surveying the bird table.
Her tinsel whisker tips catching the sun and
Echoing the dew filled cobwebs.

Far off in the tree tops
Pigeons brood fatly
Pumping blood against frost
And wait for the slanting sun rays to
Loosten their wings.


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