The last hints of starlight dim
As night time morphs to morning.
The crickets and the birdsong hymns
Join chorus in the dawning.
In eastern sky where azure grows
And frames the summer sun,
Young eagle glides, then swooping low
- Her first prey to be won.
Midday splays through forest's crown
Like spotlights on a stage,
To highlight the last hints of down
Where young chicks fly and fox kits play.
And there, down by the grist mill pond
The rope swings busy all day long.
Written June 12, 2013 for Francine's Summer Day Contest