Morning's Early Light Poem by Herbert Dry

The stars of heaven no longer shine bright
They disappear in morning's early light
Suddenly the voices of the jungle are quiet
We sit in morning's early light
We set an ambush on this jungle trail
Hoping against hope that we not fail
My heart pounding in my chest
I don't know about the rest
My ears listening for any sound
My eyes are searching no one found
Then the enemy comes into sight
Many will die in morning's early light