Early this morning, the
five crow siblings, born here three years ago, were perched in the Oak right
outside my open bedroom window, over the compost, call call calling.
Inside, I was fast asleep, and happily, denying their raucous cries.
There must have been an intolerable intruder ( hawk), because the indignation was thick and loud and incessant.
I buried myself in the deliciousness of pillow, of not-ready-to-get-up; of warm bed-cold room delight. But the immediacy of their upset went on and on.
Til I finally slipped out of that twilight, where, beautifully, things can go either way.
Where you have not awoken bam 0-60, but are stepping along the path between asleep and awake slowly, and still retain some options for twists, for turns.
I came to, grudgingly, then with acquiescence, as the dog and all the cats around me stirred.
As the morning light gently seeped in past drawn curtains. As one cat curled next to me and another relished the perch of the wide open window.
As I looked behind me ,at the deliciousness of sleep, and then forward, to the day we have been given.
Inside, I was fast asleep, and happily, denying their raucous cries.
There must have been an intolerable intruder ( hawk), because the indignation was thick and loud and incessant.
I buried myself in the deliciousness of pillow, of not-ready-to-get-up; of warm bed-cold room delight. But the immediacy of their upset went on and on.
Til I finally slipped out of that twilight, where, beautifully, things can go either way.
Where you have not awoken bam 0-60, but are stepping along the path between asleep and awake slowly, and still retain some options for twists, for turns.
I came to, grudgingly, then with acquiescence, as the dog and all the cats around me stirred.
As the morning light gently seeped in past drawn curtains. As one cat curled next to me and another relished the perch of the wide open window.
As I looked behind me ,at the deliciousness of sleep, and then forward, to the day we have been given.
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