At night within the house
soft sounds lull sleepers
turning in creaking beds,
as clock's tick and refrigerator's hum.
Distantly a train hoots
at the night plane to somewhere;
while, with Dopplered discord,
an ambulance sirens through empty streets.
As a piccaninny dawn wakens the birds,
the old cockerel next door
heralds his morning tour of inspection
of the fowl yard,
and single birds practise their songs
before joining in the dawn chorus
which will greet yet another
brand new day.
A contest entry
- Cheer me up :) by SilentTearsOnceMore.
1400 points, ended March 2, 2009, 9 entries
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