with claws and beak

with claws and beak

traffic spoons itself onto concrete

before the mist has chance to warm up

trains make leaning angles

before animal snuffles

gather as morning language

the land dozes still

in echoed slumber;

knowing

suddenly all a-scatter

life unfurls

a parcel of crows

opens on the wing

a charm of finches

caught gold in the new sun

a stare of owls

concludes their lidded lookout

a mighty stretching

as the sky rears back

yawns wide

to encourage the morning aloft