Saltash Morning

The sun is warm on my feet

and I sit, back against a wall

listening to the birds twittering in the trees

and the gentle hum of traffic

plays in the disnace.

The water’s edge is nearby

and the sound of a boat horn

fills the air. A cat prowls

Across the grass, dew clinging to its paws,

sunlight drowning it, as the day begins.

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