January 8, 2016
poetry
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Winter’s Dawn Chorus

Scratch, scrape, curse
Blow on cold fingers
Flap wet hands
Icy mornings are finally here
Windscreens to clear
Heaters on full blast
Scratch, scrape, curse
Suburban wake up calls
Winter’s dawn chorus

 

(c) Chris Johnson 2016

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