Dry cycle

Whence withholding
Night needs folding
Midday limbo
​Morn akimbo

Birds tuck away
Crow and jay
Dark and quiet
Unlike the riot

They do enjoy

Then song starts
Finch know their parts
And feathered otherlings
Hop and flit their tufted wings

Tiny morsels steaming

From early sun beaming
And heat’s on simmer
Not think of dinner
Or noon’s arrival

Just shrub seed rivals
And easy breeze
My heart does squeeze
At day’s promise

As one by one
We nod to the sun
And wave its’ journey
While it’s still early

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