Morning In The City Poem by Anita Wisniewska

Morning In The City



Early morning moon
Wet trees drip
A dark bird flies
Across November sky
Traffic grumbles
Swells to a steady roar
The sleeping city
Slowly stirs
Yawns uncurls
Starts to bellow
Breathe out smoke breath

I hope
It will not eat me today.

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