Sun Playing With Sky Poem by Bull Hawking

Sometimes when you are in love

You don't do things just right

I like watching the sun early

When pink inches across

Gray-blue....I tend to think

Of civil war....but that was red

So then I listen to birds

They sing....I think they are happy

They turn into mocking birds

Divebombing a cat

Only I'm no cat....just

A dirty dog

So it gets quiet

I all but stop breathing

Then I think of you

And how you were

With me the whole way