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.

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Pond at daybreak

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