Raucous bird calls
Drag me from my sleep –
No gentle blackbird or robin song here.
Hadedas squabble over a perch in the nearest tree,
Splitting the hot, heavy air with their grumbling complaints.
Sunlight invades the garden and my room,
Persuading me to rise and greet the sultry African day.
It’s 6:30am…in Italy I would still be asleep.
Early morning faces look surprised at my cheery “hello”,
Runners and cyclists intent on bettering their best,
Smile and greet me back.
Pools of leafy shade protect and comfort me
From the already-searing sun.
Half an hour is all I can do…
Home calls, shower and a long glass of cold water.