The Sun levitating on the East,

the moon standing West,

at the ready to draw their ray-gun.

The sun won.

The day begins.

No bird singing.


Hymn to Joy

Raucous Blue-Jays, a Cardinal wooing his belle, his rival answering, chattering chickadees, a newly arrived Phoebe, Mourning Doves hopping about, Robins looking for the early worms, the morning is filled with the sounds of possibilities.