By: Allan Lake

Before dawn, birds utter crazy praises
to their sun god. They wake me,
make me recall that circle of downy
feathers left in courtyard yesterday.
Silenced. A soft scene to give pause.

Abandoning down-filled pillow I pivot,
could never fly, into slippers, become
predator lynx, content to sit quietly
in warm sun, peruse views, prey on
whatever happens along leafy byways.

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Allan Lake is a migrant poet from Allover, Canada who now lives in Allover, Australia. Coincidence. His latest chapbook of poems, entitled ‘My Photos of Sicily’, was published by Ginninderra Press. It contains no photos, only poems.