Five a.m, off to fetch the papers.
Passing houses with blue lit bedrooms.
Teenagers, gaming, or networking
until sleep beckons around eight.
If only they knew what they miss-
Foxes, a mixture of caution and hunger,
Cats, eyes like twin moons, in street lights.
A diminished dawn chorus, late on parade.
The distant church bell, no longer muffled
by grumbling traffic.
Dawn's blue ribbon, soon...
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