Honeyed Morning

After a long night of carousing

And browsing the ocean for fish,

The racoons slowly return

To their family bush

Before Venus, above, vanishes

From my vantage point

Of my makeshift veranda;

Seagulls squawk as 

They scout out their 

'All you can eat' breakfast;

Geese honk as they fly 

Through the sky;

A few cars on the ground

Begin with muffled sounds;

The starlings start their day

With high-pitched squeaks,

Eager to fill their hungry beaks

Some sort of alarm goes off

Not a car, nor a rooster,

Not a sound that I'm used to

But some sort of bird 

That insists to be heard;

A sunlit plane passes by

Like a golden fish 

In the pale blue sky;

Now crows 

Join the 'dawn chorus'

Of boisterous birds

Primed for the sun 

To, once again, perform 

Center-stage 

Bringing light and warm; 

The treetops begin to glow,

With birds tinged with

The sun beneath their wings;

Tweets are rapidly sent 

Between distant trees

Perhaps cousins or brothers

Are telling one another 

Their annelid dreams;

One last call 

For a clan of racoons

To head to the beach 

As the sunbeams reach

Above the horizon;

A silent heron hurries past -

Too quick for my camera, alas;

While most of my neighbours 

Lie snuggled in bed,

I am warmed by this honeyed scene;

By its sweetness, I'm fed

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July 29, 2017