rockgem

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'