The time is before the dawn,
I with my coffee cup in hand on the lawn,
Comfortable chair and I are friends,
Together we get through to wins.
We share this early morning hour.
Somewhere a lonely bird has power
And then again, another calls, too.
The sky, the sky is dark, indigo blue.
At a distance I hear the mournful,
Train on a track, ever scornful
Of surely vacant roads it must cross,
While it blows a whistle to be boss.
And then a bit of a laugh,
As a pack of coyote at task
To worry a neighbor’s dog
Who lives at the drop off, and bog.
They howl the coyote’s familiar bark
Running along like boys on a lark
While dog in the protective fence
Can only tear along edge in suspense.
I look again at the sky’s color
To realize the blue is now another
One of pink, mauve, orange that shade
And off and gone the coyote’s raid.
