home on the strange

Oh give me a home 
where the concrete cows roam
and the cars and the motor bikes play
where seldom is heard  
any mammal or bird
and the skies are not sunny all day


In CMK early this sunday morning to get my specs adjusted.  It’s about half-past nine and there’s no one about except for people making breakfast in the various restaurants and cafes that surround this …. plaza?  

The smell of coffee and fresh croissants from Cafe Rouge is competing with the smell of coffee and bacon emanating from Giraffe.  I’m tempted - especially by the latter.  But Anniemay is waiting at home, poised over the coffee machine which she’ll switch on soon as she hears the garage door open.  If she’s not still in bed.