Explosions.
Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as birds catch fire.
Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night
and in dawn\'s shimmering light
greet awakening sky.
Throat of thrush flintily strikes
other bird-minds,
inciting song while edge of day\'s
eye sets more alive
morning\'s explosions to electrify
small tongues in flight.
I stand dumbly admiring strident
trills of fervent dives
as winged searchers, self un-fed,
food must soon find
if newest nestlings are to survive.
Day\'s edge reminds earliest risers
of attending to business amid
splendour as rays become daytime.