The Day Awakens
A lone squirrel does a tightrope act along the fence
Otherwise the morning is still with a blanket of suspense
The sky still lacks the brightness of the sun
I look for motion in the leaves but there is none
Even the flies that normally join me are late
It’s like the day is up, but not yet awake
I could swear I just saw the day stretch and yawn
About the time out in the meadow I spy a fawn
The orchestra in the pit begins to coo and sing
And the sounds of day start to have a familiar ring
A little bird hops by in the yard like dancing the stroll
The day nods and smiles and says, “Let’s Roll”