This dawn again
yes, the day ought to have broken
by now, for it is pass six 0'clock
dark traps everywhere
traps hidden in the wet grass
as drops of dews scatter
and glisten the dark
Moment latter
the chill sunlight appears with it -
fresh silence of a new day
and raw yolky sound of birdsongs
The dawn is at our feet again
early, you and I should wake up
and as fast as the antelope
for the fear of the day's lion
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