Early Awakening
I awoke at the early hour
Soon after the sandman came
There before the dawn was up
And the animals that played
The day there was exciting and new
And players were soon there
The timid slowly coming too
Active everywhere
Squirrels scurried on the ground
As ducks flew overhead
The sun rose in the sky
And the owl went to bed
The play there was spectacular
And was improvised
The script there too restricting
For the world so alive
I was there as a poet
To write pretty words
But got lost that early day
Counting all the pretty birds