This Early

There's flashing from behind the blinds in the house across the street. Someone must be watching TV after their alarm went off.

There's a rolling song in the oak trees overhead. Some early bird is at it, starting before the sun comes up.

The sound of crickets is diminishing.

The leaves of the ivy glisten.

The dog barks.

The cat sits.

Trudy has left for work. The boy is surfing. And I'm sitting here nursing a second cup of coffee trying to make the stiffness go away.

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