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Beware A Bear

This image was originally posted to Flickr by MJ Boswell at https://www.flickr.com/photos/76322427@N08/11842384304 Shared under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license with poem added

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I’m Not A Morning Person

I’m not a morning person and
I’m not keen on sunrise
I don’t want to hear the cockerel
I don’t want to open eyes
I don’t want to catch the lark sing
I don’t want to start the day
I’m not a morning person so
In bed I think I’ll stay!

The Dawn Chorus

Piercing the air with a solitary tone
Through exuberant fresh and sensual morning air
With dew clinging in pearled droplets
Replenishing nature’s reservoir
And lunar crescent bowing gracefully
Away to western shores
The single note heralds in the day
Beckoning, signalling, summoning others
To the aurora of dawn, breaking nocturne’s sleeping silent spell
To subpoena the sun from slumber’s rest.

The crystal note resonates clearly
Rousing a duet in a harmony of two then more
Awakening and embracing morning’s song
Proclaiming territory in avian serenade
With warbler eliciting trill and chink,
Chiff and chaff and rattle
Flourishing an enchanted spectacle
Tweeting nature’s splendid cantata
The hymns to the dawn from the feathered choir
The choral phenomenon of the Dawn Chorus

A Day in Waiting

The day lies in wait
Not like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey
Or like an eagle swooping down from a magnificent height
Yet more subtlety as the sun creeps over the horizon
Filling the sky with the spectral orange rays of a splendid sunrise
And with anticipation from the twitter of the resplendent dawn chorus,
That wends its suggestive and propositioning tones in an alluring and revitalised melody.
The players of the day sit in the wings ready to move onto the stage of life
Ready to live, to love, to delve and dive, to exalt and to triumph
And to experience the rhapsodies as the Oratorio unfurls in the essence of their beings,
Revealing the mysteries of the souls laid open and hidden,
The paths and the journeys both seen and unseen
Working together and apart, all weaving their unique threads across this beautiful planet.
Yes the day lies in wait except how will the day lie when it has waited?

Good Morning

Where has that morning hello gone?
Acknowledgment and glance.
The chance to nod and say good-day
When meeting just by chance.

When in the street a smile perhaps
Or even shake of hand
A time to stop and greet mankind
Connecting cross the land.

Or are we just so much entrenched
In facebook and in tweets?
To not take time to say hello
To all just down our street.

Where has that morning hello gone?
Acknowledgment and glance.
The chance to nod and say good-day
When meeting just by chance.