The wind had a bite,
Dissecting abandoned pages of newsprint to catch around ankles
And herding the bleary eyed early morning folk
Into the more sheltered walkways of the city,
Ajusting hats, scarves - human become birds ruffling feathers for warmth
Rattling at the doors of still closed shops in bewilderment-
the very idea of 'opening hours' lost to them in their pursuit of more fashionable plumage
All magpie-chatter, cigarettes and lukewarm coffee
And angry prodding fingers at phones-
hashtag 'its cold outside and i can't get in'