darkness, clinging to glass,
dregs of last night
desperate to stay
despite the day
pink hues behind trees
peeking through
prying, the sunlight
posing for eye flash
vacantly elegant ways,
vacationers’ night cap
validating sleepiness
Victorian showpieces
never ending bird chirps
normalising serenity
neutralising pain
neither here nor there
calmly, under shadows
cries of the wee morn
catching the light
cat strolling by
The Chaos Within 