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,
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
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.