I awoke before dawn <br />With a yawn <br /> <br />Coffee was made <br />A drug that I crave <br /> <br />Out the door I went <br />With an English leather scent <br /> <br />I looked to the sky <br />And espied a raptor on the wing <br />He was hunting <br />Not a songbird did sing <br /> <br />He lowered so close in awhile <br />Then rose for what seemed a mile <br />Until he reached a cloud <br /> <br />It made me proud to espy <br />A true native of earth <br />Master his life in the sky <br />Then a tear fell from his eye <br /> <br />I saw it not fall <br />But felt it for sure <br />It was wet and so pure <br /> <br />Sad but no cure <br />For strife in the light of day.<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-of-day-12/
