04:50 – 05:35, wind NNW 1 gusting 3, temp 4C (feels like 4)
There is a dawning realisation of the somehow unanticipated carnage being wreaked in care homes.
along and down to sOuth haven walking in naUtical twilight wagons noise Their way along the road blackbird melOdy in full flow rooFtop silhouettes sing and sing the darkness feedS the dawn with song beyond the lIne of houses a metro trundles a thrush dimly lands on the verGe distant lights of seetHing traffic words Through an open window blaCkbird wren and great tit as if by some common consent A quieting falls the late choRus of the woodpigeons birds ghost thEir way across the grass sHapes swoop and drift thrOugh the gathering dawn a crescent Moon rises in the south wrEns zip below circling gullS