I wonder
How do birds know when dawn’s pink-feathers will unfold?
How do trees trap sky between triangles of leaves?
How does the honey-sun melt yellow on dandelion flowers?
And how does the moth of dusk brush colours away
so the black-night-cat can lap up the moon in her bowl?
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