Sunrise

In the pre-dawn darkness the herdsman awoke. On the trees outside woodpigeons and magpies Fluffed up their feathers and crows shifted on their perch. The shower was hot and steam filled the bathroom Soon breakfast of tea, cereals and toast was over. It was the robins that started to call followed by the Woodpigeons. Their long low coo, coo echoed As the veil of night lifted to the grey of dawn. Light came from low down on the horizon in a pink Faint glow. Soon an orchestra of birdsong filled the air. The herdsman walked the cows down to the milking Parlour, the only sound came from their hooves and the Swishing of their tails striking their back bone. The sound Of woodpigeons, magpies and crows filled the air. On the Horizon the pink glow had turned into a faint orange. The sun began to lift low on the horizon as the herdsman Entered the milking parlour with the first half dozen cows Ready for milking. In the field the first rabbits surfaced and Scurried across the field, faint shadows of trees as darkness Was replaced by light. And still the birds sang their dawn chorus. The sun rose on the horizon and over the land and hoarfrost Began to glisten in the field. Magpies and crows began to Look for worms and robins darted here and there and Cornflowers and poppies opened their petals to start their New day. Squirrels came down tree trunks as the sun began to rise.