David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
In the pre-dawn darkness the herdsman awoke.
On the trees outside woodpigeons and magpies
Fluffed up their feathers and crows shifted on their perch.
The shower was hot and steam filled the bathroom
Soon breakfast of tea, cereals and toast was over.
It was the robins that started to call followed by the
Woodpigeons. Their long low coo, coo echoed
As the veil of night lifted to the grey of dawn.
Light came from low down on the horizon in a pink
Faint glow. Soon an orchestra of birdsong filled the air.
The herdsman walked the cows down to the milking
Parlour, the only sound came from their hooves and the
Swishing of their tails striking their back bone. The sound
Of woodpigeons, magpies and crows filled the air. On the
Horizon the pink glow had turned into a faint orange.
The sun began to lift low on the horizon as the herdsman
Entered the milking parlour with the first half dozen cows
Ready for milking. In the field the first rabbits surfaced and
Scurried across the field, faint shadows of trees as darkness
Was replaced by light. And still the birds sang their dawn chorus.
The sun rose on the horizon and over the land and hoarfrost
Began to glisten in the field. Magpies and crows began to
Look for worms and robins darted here and there and
Cornflowers and poppies opened their petals to start their
New day. Squirrels came down tree trunks as the sun began to rise.
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