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.
Posted to the dVerse Poets Meeting at the bar