Early one morning

It is early morning the boars are back in the woods

The prostitutes sleep in dingy rooms, and rats are back

In the sewers and cats sleep on a sofa looking cute.

Soon cars will fill the street the traffic lasts till six

Then it dies down but remains until midnight.

Now it is time for the nocturnal animals to shine there

Is much food about the leftovers of our disrespect?

For nourishment which we take for granted.

Two pigeons land on the window sill looks they talk

To themselves, no bread crumbs here, fly off.

The building is a being, comes to life, I hear the flushing

toilets and voices, all are well in the land of humans.

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