At dawn with the rise of sun
will come a charm to our lives
activating everyone's spines
Birds start to chirp
Chasing dreams go people
Puddling the ponds play children
Buzz goes the world wild
Biting the time of the day sits a destitute
prowling the street,eyes in constant search
Cool comes the moon,with it brings bliss
Calm goes the world to much of his amaze
Busy become the owl patrolling the groves
out comes the crickets playing their tunes
Still there he lies ,blind to the beauty of day's course
Dawn or dusk ,doesn't matter when his hunger is at hike
Pavement as home,spends he his life
Waits for his dawn,for the sun ....
Will it bring his food...
Written 21/1/03
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