early morning at the kennels....
At the top of the hill I stand,
stare at the distant Preseli top,
watch the sun beat the frost into
a retreat of white shadows, while
warm muzzles sniff around my hands,
soft whiskers nuzzle …. tails wag.
I can hear the geese chattering
on the lake in the valley below,
the buzzard calls awake nearby …
fat catkins sway in the sunlight.
Later, when all have been out,
I listen to the last dogs finish their morning meal
while I watch the bullfinch in his majestic coat
preening in a nearby tree.
The robin waits for titbits,
the blackbirds are hunting worms
.... a thrush sings ....
Dogs are settled for their siesta,
The morning’s work is done.