Dawn Gifts

Reluctant to face the day,

Despite sleep’s capricious solace,

She crawls hesitantly from musty blankets,

Dreading hours of tedium.

Steeling herself for inevitable onslaught:

Juvenile bickering, back-biting,

Crude jokes, tasteless, humorless sarcasm.

Brilliant sunshine draws her focus:

Bestows shadow of gratitude.

Graceful winged creature,

Anonymous in solitary beauty,

Flaps its wings,

Glides, soars,

Flaps once more.


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