In the Real

In the real The crows are circling in the fields Settle down as the night bird squeals A morning has broken and the dew wets my shoe heals I am alive and the rabbits are bouncing as my heart feels The trees are dark green now but just wait till the sun reflects different deals The road that I walk on is quiet like a baby in a dream of strawberries and liquid meals I look at the cars with headlights still on making a noise over the tarmac with their rubber wheels I am nearly home now and my cats come to greet me as they have had an adventure looking all bedraggled but still keen in the real.