Remnants of the sweet sleep
Flew out like winged termites off its mud hole.
But, eyelids are hesitant to yield to the beckoning light
Dawn chrous on the tree outside my window,
Wrens, robins and warblers, their distinct tunes
zigzagging like the stylus plotting an unending EKG.
They sing their hearts out, rain or shine,
The best songs their tiny throats can render,
......
Remnants of the sweet sleep
Flew out like winged termites off its mud hole.
But, eyelids are hesitant to yield to the beckoning light
Dawn chrous on the tree outside my window,
Wrens, robins and warblers, their distinct tunes
zigzagging like the stylus plotting an unending EKG.
They sing their hearts out, rain or shine,
The best songs their tiny throats can render,
......