four thirty five morning notes

20.3.2014

Pet the cat to shut it up. Four-ten in the morning..

Cat starts again.

Pet the cat to shut it up. Four: thirty in the morning.
Cat starts again

Pet the cat to shut it up.
 Four fifty in the morning, the cat is persistent and patient.

At five, lights on, tablets and bathroom.

Feed the cat.

Slobber.

good morning to the wife. She is up early today.

Pack the things and unlock the door.

lock the door behind  again.

Birdsong in the street, or a whistle in the rooftops. There is hoping and whistling in the silence of the empty streets. Is it a nightingale, or is someone keeping parakeets? Or budgerigars? Or is it the Beatles blackbird? wherever the bird is, it sounds like the birdsong from the white album. Past the church, the girls at the Mareis bakers-cum-cafe are putting the cloths on the tables in the street already.

It will be warm today.

At the bus stop there is a bird to be heard whistling one note, repeating regularly, like the staccato warning of closing train doors. The bird keeps it up, probably long after its song is drowned by traffic noise.

Good Morning

scones and coffee, this may be one of todays highlights. Blog whilst the television shows news of missing airliners and 'what may well turn into the new Crimean war. DER KRIM- KOWFCLIKT.

An absolute horror, the thought of it.

Train leaves at daybreak, and rolls into the growing day.

At Moosburg, the sun has risen, the sky is almost clear. It may well be a day for late risers wearing shorts and sandals.

The day will show what frustrations it has in store,as time passes like a surface in a fourth dimension.