Morning Poem by Laurena Pamela Willetts

In the early morning mists,
the cobwebs dance and sway,
the owners quickly dart across,
seeking out their struggling prey

Silver trails line the pathways
glistening in the pale moonlight
, tell tale signs of slimy creatures
stripping plants of all their features


There is a hushness in the air
as soundless creatures push their way,
deep underground with sightless eyes
deposits of earth left behind

Hear the sounds from yonder fields
as sleepy horses gently snort
their breath hangs heavy in the mist
as the earth begins to warm

The fist rays of light appears
striking earth just like spears
softening the scenes around
dispelling the earthly gloom


The morning chorus in the distance
gently rouses all in sight
the nudging warmth will now awaken
the many creatures that slept all night

The morning sun peeps out from cloud
the sky in all its glory best
Envelopes all within its reach
the moon lies down and takes its rest