I Knew One Solemn Day Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I knew one solemn day when the pale faced dawn crept slowly on its way
And from the damp air brought forth the holy setting of the day
And though long since day break; it was hard to see
The mist carried by winds hanging over the earth so heavily
Like heavenly fire at the East the sun had risen so peaceful in its course to run
On its holy day orbit; it was most revered, serene and watchful sun

All earth upon the heavens seemed to wait
The cattle to the pasture started early that day; not to be late
Yet the hares in the wild fields still at mid day were at their morning play longing as they could
They delayed their day-break gathering at the wood
And so they linger in joy and in play at ease
until the hounds drove them back to their pads among the trees

Nor did the birds as they awakened prepare to sing
But as if they new the holy day they shook their feathers and beneath their wing 
Tucked their heads and closed their eyes again
To avoid the enfolding mist as they did from a rain
A stork was clacking heedless of the holy day; while upon the shocks
Poured forth incessant chattering the brawl of rooks 

And the concert in the wild fields would soon commence
All started when the musicians  of the field tuned their instruments
The first violin; the crickets choirs and the lady fox the wood lass
And the whisper of the wind in the tall grass  
And the whirling woodcocks started to repeat
Their call from dry trunk; monotonous as a drummer beat


And then a star came against the face of the moon
Then others followed the leader in the sky; hundreds, thousands to twinkle soon
The owl began its hooting from a high tree by the house of pray
Where the worshippers gathered with no delay
The frail winged bats flew around and twittered
Close to the window panes being watched with faces glittered

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