Up With The Lark

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I’m not an early morning girl
I can’t arise early
I hate to see the sun get up
Or hear the lark you see
I don’t get why the working day
Just starts at 9 o’clock
Or why on earth set an alarm
To wake you with a shock
Nor can I comprehend at all
That breakfast stops at ten
For after that it’s mid morning
According to Big Ben

For in my simple life I wake
When all are in full swing
When birds have got out of their nests
And church bells start to ring
When the sun has risen up and
Pushed the moon out of sight
And when the day has warmed a bit;
Jack frost has taken flight
When sleepy eyes are memories
And dreams are so long gone
I like to start my day just then
Albeit later on!

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The Dawn Chorus

Piercing the air with a solitary tone
Through exuberant fresh and sensual morning air
With dew clinging in pearled droplets
Replenishing nature’s reservoir
And lunar crescent bowing gracefully
Away to western shores
The single note heralds in the day
Beckoning, signalling, summoning others
To the aurora of dawn, breaking nocturne’s sleeping silent spell
To subpoena the sun from slumber’s rest.

The crystal note resonates clearly
Rousing a duet in a harmony of two then more
Awakening and embracing morning’s song
Proclaiming territory in avian serenade
With warbler eliciting trill and chink,
Chiff and chaff and rattle
Flourishing an enchanted spectacle
Tweeting nature’s splendid cantata
The hymns to the dawn from the feathered choir
The choral phenomenon of the Dawn Chorus