The call of the bird awakens me
Though I was not asleep
I want to be outside but it is
Warm here in my keep
I close my eyes and picture him
Perched upon a branch
Or soaring slowly in the dawn sky
Perhaps with a bit of slant
I pull the soft down blanket to
My chest and give a sigh
I want to be out walking and to watch
The lightening sky
It's been a while since I've been awake
When the sun begins to rise
But the bird, then the smells,
Through my window
Make me remember why
I used to love to stay awake
Until the sun would rise
And listen to the sounds they'd make
Chirruping in the sky
But now I like to listen from
The comfort of my bed
Waiting for the sun to rise
And warm my bones instead
I still love the dark, the still, the moon,
They rise up in my soul
But I am also older now and have learned to value warmth
Much more...
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