Dawn Chorus

The blackbird chirps away behind my window.

Gladly greeting the morning.

Regret not taking the sleeping tablet.

It’s been a steroid sleep.

Wakeful hours.

Toilet trips.

Soon the midsummer sun will rise.

A new day.

An Abingdon day.

Here to celebrate.

A birthday.

Nineteen Years on.

Happy Birthday Son!

A different Dawn- Wag Hill, Mwanza, November 2014
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