5 am. Blackness on Sea
In a field by Blackness Castle
Ten black bullocks sleep
Across the grey dawn water
The three mighty bridges sweep
Down the hill by the Lobster Pot
All is quiet and still
Only the sound of a woodpigeon
Breaks the morning chill
There are no dogs yet to walk
No cars to try and park
Nothing but tranquillity
So shortly after dark
Soon the world will stir again
And people start to wake
A human canine promenade
Up to the castle gate
But from a St Ninians window
There's nothing yet to see
Except the new dawn’s beauty
That surrounds Blackness on Sea
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