Up for roo duty
The moon hovering above
Silently follows night retreat
The landscape is flat
Bleached of any colour
Even the air is still
Wind chimes rings
Dawn opens her eyes
Too late Kookaburra laughs
Magpie warbles have beaten him
As well as the Rooster saluting the day.
Colours slowly seep back
Trees acquire volume
Birds crisscross the sky
Or peck at the brown lawn
Day routines kick in
Dawn magic has passed.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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