Early Birds Poem by Florida Angel

Through my night awl eyes,
I watch them with awareness.
Their attitudes, their manners,
During their best time: early, really early.

The Moon Full high up west.
By my house still very dark, quiet.
A time that in Brazil,
the dance clubs are shacking still.

By a 24 hours store I drive,
To find the early birds on strive.
They seem so happy accomplished,
That I wonder about their hourly wage.

Hard to define as they are all mingled.
All look the same, ON the Mood.
Fast passed, energetic, on the move.
Each of them getting through daily routine.

Workers coming in and out,
Through the Doors also contractors,
To refill the store with their products.
Customers, holding the doors helping them out.

Happy all, Early Birds,
From my outsiders eyes,
Inside my car, enjoying a techno song,
Enlivening the night clubs surroundings.

Some signs of the daily lights,
Coming from the east,
Making me wonder if I am late,
Delayed on my approach.

Trying to compare,
what makes me feel more accomplished,
Healthier, developed…
A time for a change, maybe? !

I must leave now,
the day is soon to arrive,
and they are starting to wonder
Why this night awl is watching them.

Fly fly I must say, good-bye.