the night is
still
dark
quiet
there is a distinct
chill
breathe
gently steams
from my mouth
seen only in the
light of a poets tablet.
the first bird is yet to wake
i am alone in my early mornings prowl.
too cold for the little grey cat
and too early for the human companions, they all remain
abide... cozied up and asleep
as i search the dark cold
night
for meaning.
in the distance the kookaburra cackle and chuckle
dawn has come...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
the night is
still
dark
quiet
there is a distinct
chill
breathe
gently steams
from my mouth
seen only in the
light of a poets tablet.
the first bird is yet to wake
i am alone in my early mornings prowl.
too cold for the little grey cat
and too early for the human companions, they all remain
abide... cozied up and asleep
as i search the dark cold
night
for meaning.
in the distance the kookaburra cackle and chuckle
dawn has come...
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