The spell of early morning.

The spell of early morning

I awake to bird song
Swifts all the way from Africa
Dance and dart above
A squirrel scurries with intent

I creak and groan like floorboards

The cat stirs from slumber
Her food bowl calls
not before  fur rearranged
A girl has to look her best

        I transfixed by nature stirring

Auld reekie  in dawn mist
Seemingly eternal
Oblivious to mortality
And time  emerges

          I shake off the dust of dreams

The waking day
Filled with a nostalgia of normal
Briefly there are no lockdowns
Dead or infected

                            I stumble and stagger

The aches of age creep
My distractions of existence
Break the spell !
Of Early morning.