The Dawn Concerts



Because they didn’t ordinarily see him in the early mornings, everyone assumed Old Possum was a late riser.


But he was, in fact, usually awake long before everyone else.


His non-winter habit was to arise in the cricket-darkness, don his fluffy bathrobe (to guard against the chill) and take a cup of coffee outside, where he marveled at each morning’s light show. First came pale smudges of light in the eastern sky, then wispy streaks of pink clouds … all accompanied by a concert from a multitude of exuberant songbirds.


And then, before anyone else was up: back to bed.


(Early June 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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