awake
and he takes a look out of the window to the street which is far below him, the day hasn't quite got down there yet, perhaps the day remembers regret.
ha
but the fox barks from somewhere in the park and a car screeches past, some are too fast for their own boots, I'm fast but the Owl,
faster still.
hoots,
another sage friend to keep me company, to watch me, to
warn me that Tuesday has arrived.