Sounds of the night
differ
from day.
Distractions are few in number.
‘Though I’m awake, rest has its
way –
Clearing my thoughts without
slumber.
A SPECIAL TREAT
just
before dawn –
Hearing the early birds’
chirping.
What do they say, out on my
lawn?
Are they worshipping or
flirting?
Copyright ©1986, Elva May Harder
Sent to me on a post card, August 9, 1986
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