Natural Morning
I wonder what they are thinking
A beautiful spring morning
The first sun to shine forever and a day
Awoken from their glorious slumber
To find us
Eagerly waiting for some display
'Come on lads
Its showtime
Another round to do'
But somehow its not like that
Today, they wake gracefully
As if knowing this is not a curtain cue
With quiet grace
They all awaken
Somehow aware they can be
And in quiet grace
They somehow become themselves
Infront of you and me
The monkeys eat their breakfast
Glance at us
And almost invite us to their dish
The golden eagle
Needs not do nothing
Its beauty is simply too beautiful to miss
The owl seems happy for company
Awake from slumber
It turns it head with inquisitive eyes
It plays with us
For a little while
He is the therapist, the one so wise
To find them so free
So quiet in this early morning
When crowds have yet to view
Have found them
In their natural morning
Just for me and you
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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