Grimbeau

One o’clock post-kip

Alarm!

Instigates

a comedy of coffee;

a droop-eyed facile post;

a headful of Cape Cod radio snow,

and then the dogs, the raucous curs,

yelping all night long, warning off,

repelling stalking predators, slumber,

stray sleep-walking creditors.

Then some sleep,

but just itchy, tetchy bits and pieces, tosses and turns.

And the waiting. The waiting for the barks to resume.

Now comes the

car doors, the revving of early birds

off to the Smoke to do the night thing.

Obey.

…changed into a pair of deckchairs &

a faded purple clout having toed the line

between night & day, summoned (you guessed)

by dogs.

A stumbling, humbling, grumbling

shower at glumrise,

heavy lead heavens above –

the best place for heavens,

I find.

On the Whole