Tired of Counting Sheep...

Five a.m. Looking
out my window;
next door’s security light –
snaps on. Rain spatters
the pane, and I strain
my eyes in the murk
of an uninspiring dawn...
Summer’s on its holidays
this year, and sod
the rest of us.

My cat stirs
from his favourite
place – my office chair.
A noise outside – like
the bark of a dog
but not quite. He arches
his spine, as a muntjac
darts across the path
into the bramble.

Feel my hand on
his bristling back;
try to reassure him,
and I am
this moment
this morning
this alive.