Early Morning Reverie

It's 4:30 in the morning

and I am in my garden

sitting at my new wooden

Bistro set

listening

It's my favourite time

to be out here

The wind off the channel

dies down a bit at this time

I can hear baby birds

crying to be fed

and the occasional Gull

Soon the sound of the Gulls

will drown out the sound

of the other birds

but in that tiny space

of silence

between the next squawk

just as the sun starts to rise

and the moon starts to fall

I will hear the black birds singing

And for a moment only

all will seem right with the world