The sun was red, then yellow, then too bright.
Eagles perched on their towers, then flew.
Rooftop yogis in tights yoga-ed, then selfied.
The wind blew, then didn’t, then did.
The coucal croaked, then got chased away.
The pigeons ate the grain, then shat right there.
The plants in pots stood unmonkeyed tall.
It’s the most boring morning I’ve had in a week.
Thank God for that!