My window

Out there
where the Sun breaks its fast
when the light breaks out
and the last shreds of the night
go to sleep
a seagull chases a bumble bee
a blackbird looks at a money spider
quizzically
a lark sings in harmony
with a sparrow,

out there in the fledgling day
shadows of people
shortly make way
for the real thing
the birds still sing
until
the curtain goes down.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.