The early sun

Dew sprinkled,

like sugar on the tasty earth.

The sun or the kookaburra,

which one rose first?

Dancing river sound,

drifts slowly into the morning.

Little blue ren and his groupies,

are hitting the yard and touring.

Moon is hiding his face in shame,

all the things seen during the night.

Casanova growling possum,

his behavior hardly tame.

The sun has risen,

putting the nocturnals to bed.

Get up golden radiating face,

the plants need to be fed.

© Deon Heemskerk

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