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Weighted calls drift across the morning 
sky and cats begin to stretch their licking legs.

The milkman's horse sloths its way 
up Prospect Lane. 

And birds turn off their alarms and tune up 
their vocals whilst getting breakfast on for the kids.

Distant dogs shout out 'What's all the noise?',
boxing ear drums and shocking babies
into crying out 'what's all the noise?' 

A fox skirts the hedgerows, bringing home 
night raider conversation in stoccato 
barks across frosted fallow fields. 

Badgers run the black-strip gauntlet 
as the day becomes a work in progress.

The new sun challenges darkened corners 
and pavements full of night sweat
that hold sway over no  man's land.

Farmers wives curse early morning
spitting bacon, soothed by adding fresh eggs.

The day raises a cheer for being one day closer 
to the privacy of darker mornings and
one day closer to a change of early 
morning calls.

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