Morning

the moon's gone
after shining white
almost as bright as day
through the small mean hours

and though it's darker
than it was
at four a.m.
birds which were quiet then
have woken

magpies debate
in the tall trees of the bush
while smaller birds
gossip

and the clunk of the feeder
tells me the chooks
are hoping I replenished
their supplies whilst they slept

night has been declared done

(Chooks = chickens, hens)