Morning work, early Spring

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.