Early Dawn

What is it about early dawn
That stirs the soul?

The subdued sound
Through blankets  of grey
Ebbs time away from sleep
As a shadow of a bat
Like a black glove
crosses the window pane
I see it once
like a breath escaped
I wait but all in vain  
As soft light
Permeates
Peeling back the layers
Of night
in this thin place
Gone