The Cry of a Rooster

the cry of a rooster carries the first sun-rays over the hill into the day streaming the rumble mumble of the early morning rush and the sound of school-bells in children's voices the neighbor's dog still barks the kettle whistles, the birds sing the cat winds itself around its tail the kitchen calls for breakfast a key to close the door a key to open the gate a key to start the car in a controlled traffic jam with drumming fingers watching nothing in particular humming a song I don't really know sipping coffee I brought from home drive and stop and drive and slow a liberating flush and loud honks while my cell comes to life again with the cry of a rooster .