DayAndPrey

Throwing open the curtains 
Coffee cup in hand 
Steam rises and fogs 
The window panes like 
My grandmothers soup to 
My grandfathers eyeglasses when 
I visited as child 
The glow begins in
The east like toaster
Wires after bread has 
Been lowered like cannonballs 
Onto catapults clouds lumber 
Past like drunken sailors 
Returning to ships after 
Shore leave as people 
And their pets wander 
About sniffing the ground 
And air like wolves 
Seeking out the scents 
Of day and prey