Monday morning 6am

rise to the clanging alarm

bleary eyed down the stairs

kettle on, first cuppa

gazing down the garden

birds searching for breakfast

she wonders

what to get for supper.

Pulls dressing-gown tighter

rubs sleepy eyes

runs fingers through knotty hair

birds hopping across the branches

I really must, as trying to untangle,

get this bird’s nest brushed.