The Day

Slowly dawn breaks over a tired horizon
As light casts away lingering shadows
Of nights deep slumbers.
The dawn sees two red kites gliding above
Sleepy fields, slowly circling for an early
Breakfast of somnolent mice.

They look down on a village still clouded
In sleep; with wisps of smoke coming from
One or two tall chimneys.

Silence still fills the air, a cat stalks the long
Grass in competition with the red kites above.
A dog barks at the coming dawn.

One by one the village comes to life as the
Sun climbs higher in the sky. The noise of
A distant tractor working in a field.

People begin to emerge to start another
Day of toil or pleasure. The clock ticks,
The hours pass, a page is turned.

Slowly the sun begins to lose its warmth,
And evening turns to twilight, soon nights
Cape is cast and the village sleeps again.