Light Of Day Poem by John Shea

I awoke before dawn
With a yawn

Coffee was made
A drug that I crave

Out the door I went
With an English leather scent

I looked to the sky
And espied a raptor on the wing
He was hunting
Not a songbird did sing

He lowered so close in awhile
Then rose for what seemed a mile
Until he reached a cloud

It made me proud to espy
A true native of earth
Master his life in the sky
Then a tear fell from his eye

I saw it not fall
But felt it for sure
It was wet and so pure

Sad but no cure
For strife in the light of day.