Morning

img_0453Westward crawling, sneaking

Stealing distant stars and galaxies

Summoning birds from their roosts

Commanded to herald the dawn

 

Half heard on slow shifting air

The sound near real,

but dimming against the growing chorus

And stirring clatter of movement

 

Night sighs and succumbs

Pulling dreams and fears

Under its dark cloak

Harboured against the bold tide of day.