i am early up by grace
sqawkings speaksings piercing each night
just there beyond the pane
my exalted cage
i yearn one voice though
there there up among unseen
my feather friend
i am gratedful to witness the cyclical permutation
as dawn veers her head latterly
the world shifting as darkness distends
the sun's ebbing presence in the heavens reversing.
-le 4 mars 2009
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