Morning has broken

I awake,
dragging myself from a rather disturbing dream
I lie there a moment and listen,
Yes Mr Peaberry is there I can hear him greeting the day,
happy with his lot,
happy with the world,
happy that the sun has risen again and night has gone.

I tumble out of bed and reach for my dressing gown.
Drawing back the curtains I see him there.
He is sitting on the top of my little twisted willow,
singing with all his might.
All is well with the world







drawn from my bed with aqua crayons



drawn from this photo with coloured pencils