Dawn approaches and my ears are filled with wailing,
the shrill cry of a cat
defending its territory.
A crow laughs outside the window.
In my dream state
I wonder if it’s going to fly in and pay us a visit,
pondering why,
in this heat,
we’re fighting to find cover
that we don’t really want.
Perhaps it will repeat the phrases we spent so many weeks uttering
in winter:
why does it have to be so cold?
if only it was summer!
I’ll be happy once it gets warm again.
And then gather it’s buddies
in a chorus of cawing,
just to make sure we’re not tempted to try and sleep
when the sun rises and sucks the air from our lungs.
Treeshallow Musings 