Today the magpie cried 'salvation' As I woke to tangled sheets Binding bare, shaking legs. My bed released me hesitantly, Reluctant to entrust me to the day's devices. Stormclouds buzz behind grey eyes That vacantly watch steam rise in wisps From a cup clutched in trembling hands. Marshal the troupes, Pen, paper, caffeine fix in hand, An orderly retreat into the inner sanctum. Today the magpie cried in dawn light. I rolled over and went back to sleep.