Morning Things
In the dawn the night grew tired
And the stars began to expire
And the colors painted soft
Marked the time the sun lifted off
A little quail said bob white
in the growing morning light
There spotlighted on a limb
For all the world to know of him
In the sun a spider web was seen
Its engineered web a wondrous thing
The web thin but very strong
And surprising bugs that came along
And in the sun the dewdrops glistened
And sated those in a thirsty condition
Quenching the thirst of the thirsty there
Before the moisture disappeared
And iridescent the starling sang
Thankful for the morning arranged
With latticework in his feathers
Making him luminous and a little better