Sabbath sunrise in suburbia

In the dying of the dark, quiet resounds:
a cat rasping food from her bowl;
the whining clamour of electrical connections
picked up by the antennae in our teeth.

Dawn shatters on street lamps, security lights.
Shadows decline over the rising bird call.
Sceptical natures conspire at misdirection,
shroud the vital moment of resurrection.

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