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Shush now, crow
don't stir the leaves
... or the dreams of chickadees.

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Only the beetle
and I hear
... the warbler's reveille.

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Old crow
flicking the dew
... and a bit of night.

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Perched and waiting
early sparrows debating
... Is he bird, not-bird?

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Cold morning rain
washing in
... what cannot wash away.

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Bluebells and eggshells
and loving
... as it rains.

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Tea and honey
clinkitty-clinkitty
... clink-clink.

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Dandelions, true
they dew too
... in the morning do.

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Night thick
to grains of morrow thinly
... from mountains.

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Summer morning rain
this where, elsewhere
... ev'ry looky-there stain of Earth.

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Wake up, my love
wake up
... first best religion.

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Smoldering sunrise
and the cottonwood burns
... before all others.

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Crowds gather
to the peek of day
... sparrows in the wind.

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Morning's gay spillings
urgings too plenty
... for sleepy bones.

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Passages to morning
to rest the last messages
... of night.

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Again, kitty rises
an impish mess
... of unending need.

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Dark morning
a sun's petulant temper
above the rain.

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