Sunday morning <br />before birdsong <br />I walk without eyes - <br />just sound and silhouette and shadow. <br /> <br />My boots crunch <br />through fallen leaves - <br />Ella urging at her lead. <br />A feather breeze brushes my cheek. <br />Her feet rat-a-tat upon the road. <br /> <br />A series of eerie groans <br />from the throat of a giant eucalypt <br />punctuates my reverie <br />and the sudden bark of a local dog <br />startles momentarily. <br /> <br />It's been a long sleepless night, <br />but for this precious half an hour or so, <br />I let go my discontent <br />and rub the words of anguish <br />from my mind...<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-without-eyes/
