Learning To Read

I shivered one last time
as night slipped away
and dawn emerged
bearing
the warmth of the August sun
fresh on my fragile face.

Birds busier than I would ever be
breakfasted on worms
and titbits
left by kind hands
who they rewarded with their song
of triumph at a new day.

The breath of the breeze
ruffled the fur of my cat
who purred as
she slept
oblivious to the fever of activity around her.

Slowly I was learning to read
the coloured letters of my environment
and embrace its music


Blind as I now was.