Serenade Of The Dawn by Richard L. Broch Sr.
Nightfall is pulling the plug on its luminary majesty,
A circadian of red is peeking over the eastern horizon.
A circadian of red is peeking over the eastern horizon.
Darkness is reluctant to relinmquish its veil, viewing light as a travesty,
A new daylight, awaiting consignment to focus one's eyes upon.
A new daylight, awaiting consignment to focus one's eyes upon.
At this time a well-orchestrated event begins to stir,
As has occured for uncountable eons of time.
A hypnotic convention with subtley, but a colossal take as it were,
Each part of the process emanating its own unique enzyme.
As has occured for uncountable eons of time.
A hypnotic convention with subtley, but a colossal take as it were,
Each part of the process emanating its own unique enzyme.
This grandiose masterpiece is exquisite standing alone,
Yet, a logical collateral of measured decibels is audible.
So this moment, an imaginary pitch sounds its tone,
So this moment, an imaginary pitch sounds its tone,
A chimerical blend becomes strikingly unstoppable.
An untold symphony of bird species, each with a song,
Staccato chirps intervening legato elongation,
The regular impromptu group makes merry, none doing wrong,
Each one looks forward to this daily gig as a joyous connotation.
Now the volume of the feathered choir approaches climax
As a grand finale draws near........
The eastern horizon all ablaze, a silent scene of sky hi-jacks.
Darkness has been superseded..... a new day is here.
Darkness has been superseded..... a new day is here.
An unrushed, regular episode...not produced by mankind,
Answers to no role of governmental laws,
Beyond any limitations, that in no way can bind
A breath-taking, temporary occurance, free of flaws.
A breath-taking, temporary occurance, free of flaws.
Why......this rituaistic refrain for each morning's glory?
The birds receive no compensation for their flair,
Some early-risers might not appreciate their early auditory,
Even if ignored, the overture would continue without care.
Here's what birds can expect this new day -
An appetite, that contines to whet.......
Cats, nest building, a B.B., aimed as at prey -
Cats, nest building, a B.B., aimed as at prey -
From a boy who hasn't shot his eye out (yet).
All these fail to keep the birds from taking the stage,
Life-time concerts for setting listener's daily wends.
Perchance as we drink in the show, hmmn.....an urge to engage?
Perchance as we drink in the show, hmmn.....an urge to engage?
How 'bout some music lessons from our feathered friends?
This poem has not been published as of 01/23/17.
Richard L. Broch Sr.
Richard L. Broch Sr.