Faint fingers of daylight dance furtively
across my creamy, closed curtains..
Birds are starting their dawn chorus joyfully!
Soon the torture of the traffic will start for certain..
Most people in the building are still sleeping
Though I hear ancient pipes groaning in protest.
Some workers saw another day creeping
Over the hill, chasing the night from the concrete forest..
Suddenly sirens wail urgently in the road.
Is it crime,accident or someone whose late?
Somehow it’s enough to wake and goad
reluctant bodies from their drowsy state..
A blaring radio, voices,hurried feet,
join the noise on the pavement, bustling street!
I was still in bed , early one morning, listening, enjoining the freedom of retirement when “City Mornings
took shape in my mind..