Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as birds catch fire.
Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night
and in dawn's shimmering light
greet lightening sky.
Throat of thrush flintily strikes
other minds as incite
to fly for edge of day's eye sets
alive morning's
explosions which electrify all
tongues in flight
while I amazed hear the calls
of each feathered
awaker who knows the time
has arrived to feed
if for today they are to thrive.
