The crack of dawn. Night lingers

the daylight, too shy waits

for its return.

 

Sleepy, cranky, moody, frowned

we put ourselves

into motion.

 

Too busy to notice, too focused

on problems, while life

happens.

 

The winter harshness makes us retreat

into our shells. We become

stiff.

 

Up on a tree, a bird protests with a trill

the rest is silence, order

and snow.

 

A smashing noise disturbs it all.

the fluffy bird would

think so.

 

On human side, no reaction, no expression

too trapped into daily routine or

too polite?

 

Another emotional experience slips away

while rationality gains

ground.

 

The ruffled bird mutters: an earthquake would do

as an emotion awakening

alarm.

 

The tree whispers: there are no earthquakes

around here, we’re safe

thanks God.