A quiet chill
Redolent of last nights fire
A tang trapped in the dew
That pocks the lawn with a thousand bursts
Like a carpet of sleeping fireflies
A distant call
Lady Cardinal reminds her hub
To bring home some tasty treats
For the youngsters breakfast
As he flashes crimson in the hedge
A Frieda smile
Turning with a new caught stick
A cobweb from the hedge
She has been rooting in for treasures
then a happy tail swish as she flops.
A coffee waits
In a silence the neighbours miss
As they turn to stare at android worlds
Or snooze away a glorious sunshine
melting the shadows of the night.
ml’23