The morning rain
The roof tiles glisten
The steady stream
Of droplets listen
At windows glass
Peering in
A symphony of sound
The hours begin.
A lazy start
To a dampened day
Hair unbrushed
A cold coffee to lay
With a newspaper
As yet unread
Another cigarette
Words unsaid.
A shivering bird
Upon gutters shame
Wraps its feathers
About its frame
The search to start
Morsels and scraps
To close its eyes
And gently naps.