by Patrick Watson   Nov 26, 2022

asleep at dawn? you just missed the best
the world has brushed its teeth
everything is fresh good and clean
as the peeping light filterers through the trees
I love to kick due drops from grass tops

tweeting in the nest,chicks answer natures call
just like me playing out the hand thus dealt
if only I were a painter artist
I could create my mind's eye on a canvas
oh! what a work of art that could be
they call me a hopeless hapless dreamer

so what!


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