Sunrise

An old yellow dog stretches and yawns for air As vapor rises from his skin and hair The long night yields to the sun's rays at last Cold will stay around 'til shorter shadows are cast The smell of brewing coffee offers the first sign That the environs will fill with the human kind Birds fluff themselves and shake away the night Then begin their melodic calls before flight Once darkened paths reappear in leaf filtered sun A star disappears as the very last one The first sound of engines reminds of what is to come Traffic - the bane to many the savior to some There is great comfort so the wise men say That the sun is still where it was yesterday 10-15-20 Contest: Collaboration Sponsor: Silent One