Woke, duvet draped, in early morning floating hour,
while pigeons torment sleep from ivory towers.
Weaned from deep snoring slumber,
well before that swift rising molten core
streams bright light over rust crumbled drain pipe tops,
where each twig of a nest lies propped among timbers,
threatening to burn the street to a cinder.
Fancy dan mother of pearl bird waves wings,
turning through well grooved flight paths.
Later one lay spread eagled,
where traffic markings whitened the road.
The fleeting symmetry of death stayed unnoticed.
Stray cat foraging meat, splayed beneath severed feathers