Dawn, Death, Dogs and Cats

Daybreak arrives unnoticed,

Denied presence by dreary drizzle,

Light and sound fog smothered.

The dogs are not bothered,

Alert for their first morning patrol –

Oblivious to the oppressive, musty smell,

Like standing over a freshly opened grave.

Street lights struggle to substitute

For dawns failure to deliver;

Managing only a suppressed orange glow,

While the cat surveys all from the window.

Dry, clean and full of disdain for dogs,

And their petty ideas of dominion.

©MarkWindham2011

Posted to the dVerse Poets Meeting at the bar

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