I woke at dawn, chilly
Duvet half on and off
Pillow hanging on for dear life.
It has been a icy night.
My bottle, cold, rubber blubber,
A beached whale overcome by a previous storm.
She will take breath when the tide turns.
He serves no purpose, now,
Plops ungracefully to the floor with thud.
There is a hint of birdsong,
Discordant with the tinnitus.
I put my fingers to my eyes
Where last mornings hung an itchy crust
Blepharitis, a mean infection is improving.
But the back, not my back
That was supple and pain free for a week or so.
The other, stiff
Not grumbling yet
Will when I venture out for tea and yoga.
… I wasn’t going to tell that sorry …oops I did! Have a good day