The Mockingbird is the first to sing
Long before the dawn
Magical trill, ever changing
Music tugging the sun
Magnetic, demanding the light
If not for the Mockingbird
We would have only night
Dawn, called by the Mockingbird
Up hours before the dawn
Cinderella chores finished ere dew forms on the lawn
Getting an early start is great
What I don’t understand
Is how I’m already behind by eight
What?! Sunrise already?
NaPoWriMo Day 19
Bushes and trees rustle with songs and flutters of waking birds.
Screeches and trills of the night fade in the last moments of darkness.
Nocturnals and diurnals alight in treetop way stations
Crossing paths as they make their way to roost
Or complete their morning ablutions before beginning their search for food.
As the east announces itself, I revel in the beauty of another day’s potential.
Another beautiful sunrise
NaPoWriMo Day 2
This morning’s beautiful dawn.
Sunrise 07 March 2014
Yes, the bird photograph is fuzzy. The birds flew away just after I took the photo, so there was no chance to take another one.
Birds on a wire
Here is the eastern horizon at dawn, viewed from my back yard. See that little tower off to the left? That belongs to our Internet Service Provider. We were happy when they built a tower closer to us, as that would give us a better signal.
Tower, not so much power
And it does . . . sometimes. Right now, no. The tower, as they say, “has issues” and we have been without our normal Internet access for a week.
Which means I haven’t been posting to my blog, haven’t been checking basketball scores or the weather first thing in the morning. No YouTube videos of Storm Trooper dance routines. No email, no Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’m feeling culturally deprived.
We are using a hotspot as a workaround, and now it’s time to catch up on my blog posts. Sorry for the delay.
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