Unto My Day

When I rise the timing is right.
I look to the window.
I feel the forecast.
The freshest air lingers before
dawn peaks light. I'm cold on 
nose and nosey.  I see pigeons
fight under the street light for
Mr. Lee's crumbled bread. In a
flash dash to the roof to retreat.
An alley cat. So hungry, could
eat a bat. Rats! struggle for a
drop of water, poisoned by
city workers. Slowly the day
light is bursting out her sunny
sun.  I'm full of life, recharged
and ready for today's fun.