The World Awakens like We Do - Feb. 3, 2025

Gary Hunter
Feb 3
1 min read

one bird sings

a musical alarm goes off

the first leaf flutters

someone’s eye opens

a lizard stretches a cold leg

I yawn and reach for the sky

a rising sun heats the blood

my coffee is ready

as the wind stirs and trees

start their morning gossip

my newspaper crackles

turning pages of the world

birds arrive and wing away

air traffic is picking up

a car burns down the road

trying to not be late for work

we may all awaken the same

but there is a luxury where dogs

and humans break the mold

two species paired in privilege

take the opportunity

to start the day all over again

naptime

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