Blue Dawn

The birds do it right, singing in each new day.

Happy, regardless of what is planned (or unplanned).

I am listening now, warm in my bed. Sleepy.

There’s no contest between them:

There are spaces and cues between each bar.

Rippling together in a murmuration of sound.

Setting themselves up for the day.

 

© Tom Tide 2017

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