Bright

Such a bright day
Sunny
Windy
Cold
The trees going like the clappers
Sunset at six twenty
Days
Shortening rapidly

Rain!
What rain?
Yes!
They say from midday
All day!
We will see if we get a drop!
I have my doubts.

No birds yet
But
The Owls were vocal
Some time when I was awake
Busy vole hunting.

There was a dawn chorus of some sounds
Heard them through slumber.