The neat white fluffy clouds <br />Are scattered in the face of the growing sun's <br />Dazzling light. <br /> <br />Higher in the sky the crescent moon <br />Hangs faint and ever disappearing <br />To descend the hour ladder later. <br />Below under the shades, <br />The nocturnal survivors <br />Have round up their night prowling. <br /> <br />While the day's light grows unabated, <br />The cock wakes from his <br />Meager sleep and climbs his favorite fence <br />To wake the lazy. <br /> <br />In midair, the dew still hangs <br />With holes from bat-flights last night. <br />Drops of converged dew <br />Struggle desperately to hold on to <br />The green leaves at the tip. <br /> <br />But man possessed of the visual curse <br />Of the delusury glamour of the world <br />Fails to notice <br />What even the recuperating owls see.<br /><br />Kobik William<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-men-don-t-see/
