The morning sky has a crest of a moon <br />Sitting up over my window's horizon, <br />Tall conifers compete with chimney stacks, <br />Castle top turrets and white office blocks; <br />The trickling traffic from King’s Cross below <br />Meets life coming into the city. <br /> <br /> <br />It’s quiet out there at four in the morning, <br />(The calm before the storm) , <br />While the lights of the street lamps <br />Grow dimmer towards dawn <br />From my fourth floor eye on old London.<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-eye-on-london/
