Morning;
A cracked open window
Bird song from the trees
My duvet protruding skin
Caressed by the breeze

The distant hum of traffic
A siren calls out proudly
Next door they’re making breakfast
Builders chatting rather loudly

Innocent laughter from children
On their way to learn
Chatter from the parents
Voicing their concern

The city is awake
Filled with promise not dread
I think of what the day could bring
As I lay here in my bed