Fine tuning the dawn


The first bird of the morning

Whistling and tootling

While fine tuning the dawn

Temperature and colours.

Sqeezy doll sound bird

Another like a night watchman’s weird  whistle.

Dogs yap at the emerging light but

That first bird keeps tootling

A tiny twit of a bird flits past

Sparrow sounds

First milkman

First reverse gear horn

First Crow Caw

Still the tootling

He has not yet perfected the dawn.

Then a loud motor starts

Startling the birds

The spell is broken

The city begins at once

Now is a new

Same anxiety day

A city day

Magic dawn is over!