Dawn breaks, ready to muck out night’s muddle
Soon the birds shall welcome the sunrise
Prayers as calm winds, roam the city
As whispers of supplication, chime in chorus.
Some, after a long night’s booze
Have barely made it to bed for a snooze
While vernal cohorts, engage in tittle-tattle
Their phone backlights, illuminating a global map.
Others with hardened hearts lie vexed
Whiling away time, with thoughts of contempt
Not to forget the creative owls
Pooling in inspiration from the ebony aura
Soon the sun shall rise, to usher in the day
And gone with the night, its thrilling bustle
See every Tom, Dick and Harry wake
In whatever manner they do.
Grumpy or thankful
Refreshed or still jaded.
The blush of dawn knocks at our windows
Pleading that we don’t disturb the morning.
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