Walking The Dog - Morning Birds sing carelessly A soft misic surrounding me With a mellow breeze Drifting through leaves That dance to its song. The sun shares its smile Curved across the sky Stretching as it yawns To flowers' greeting. Sniffing edges and walls Grass and gum Wagging appreciation. More tired eyes From across the road. Home.
Morning Stretching, I open my day, turning the key of my eyes. I find the lock jammed, two parts rusty and immovable; no motivation to test it more. Two letterboxes eventually open letting in light mail, waiting, waiting for opening. Two weightlifters lift weights throw them to the floor; power-lifting this early is obscene! Eventually, slug-like, I slime my way through to the cascading waterfall of a dream I once had, long ago and cold, hungry, wet... I wake up.