Early Riser

maggie on foot

Six in the morning,
A paw on my face,
Unusual this early,
But she won’t give me peace.
I slip out from the covers,
He rolls over and sighs,
Snuggles into the duvet
Still warm on my side.
Walk up to the barrier
And out to the green,
Nothing is moving,
No other soul seen.
Lining the wires,
Wings flap on the air,
The swallows are gathering,
Great numbers are there:
A cascade of movement,
A hundred or more,
Soon they’ll be leaving
For far distance shores.
This is the best time,
With Silence my friend,
Walking the Avenue
From beginning to end.
All quiet and peaceful,
Just Maggie and me
Heading back after ‘business’
For that first cup of tea.
maggie waiting

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About pensitivity101

Retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination, loves to cook, favourite food everything especially chocolate and jelly babies. Best friends are Hubby and Dog, Bro, MSM and our Dominoes Friend aka MOH (and his dog). Also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours but times change and we are once again house hunting.
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3 Responses to Early Riser

  1. scifihammy says:

    Nice poem, and it’s worth it to enjoy that early morning peace 🙂

  2. Pingback: The Walk of Smiles | pensitivity101

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