Early Morning Musings
Night fades,
Day breaks;
Shattered pieces of Crescent Moon
fall on grass
in glittering specks.
The Sun yawns and stretches;
Too early to wake up,
I wake up.
Dawning my
fuzzy pink bathrobe
to greet the
breaking Night
and
sobering of the Sun,
I am greeted,
in turn,
by a herald of the news.
Upon a steel horse,
he glances at me,
once,
twice,
and hurls a chunk of knowledge at me.
Knowledge is power, and power hurts.
I remind myself to get a dog.
Copyright © Mason Land | Year Posted 2006
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