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.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
Here the bird mirrors the narrator in its behaviors and manners and the mood is set by the day. Nicely written
many thanks as always appreciated, thanks for reading
My pleasure
Good write N.
Did you see that bird while waiting for the No.11 bus?! lol.
the number 6 + 5 = 11 lol
lol.
Each day we awake is different Norman and each day will show us something new and bring back memories, enjoy each new day.
Andy
so true, thanks for reading much appreciated as always
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