Night gave way to day
As we lay here dreaming.
Raising my head to check
The time I looked about,
While all the dogs still
Slept, and out the window
At the rising light,
Trees, the mountains
And everything else that
Became visible. A little
Later Jessica followed me
Downstairs. We went out
Back to take a closer look
At what the morning held.
Why is it on such mornings
A guileless suggestion
Will epitomize political
Deceit, and cringing, faddish
Twitters? A mourning dove
Begins a lament. A dog in the
Next yard emits a single bark.
