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Morning Call ©

Nat Hall
Sandwick, Shetland

I'm on stand-by
every morning; handset
follows my every
step, from bed to bath,
back to the
lounge... Will I be
needed for this day?
Celluloid world likes to
catch me till
school bell rings;
my nicotine levels in
smoke, left
to wander - will they
be disturbed
by a call?
... What a relief!
Twenty to nine.
Curlews are playing
in our fields;
buzzing lapwings are
calling high -
still no green light on
my phone base,
answer machine...
I'll wait till nine.

"It's nine o'clock, here
are the news..."

School day started - my
phone still mute;
first five minutes evaporate,
Fred MacAuley just
nicked my show... I think
I'll go out for a walk - breathe
that fresh air,
might go fishing.

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