Light is dawning, yawning drowsily.
Mouse is skittering, chittering mousily.
Tree frog a-croaking, a-cloaking his infirmity.
Bullfrog is barking, marking his enormity.
I stand enchanted there.
Like a tree I'm planted there
observing nature, serving notice,
lacking stature, posture lotus,
taking in the morning lyrical,
making much of the pond side miracle.