The Sun lifts itself high above the meadow
Like an invisible cyclops peering over all that’s below
The birds gather like a battalion
Then sing their dawn concert
Providing bliss after the night-time hush
Reclusive creatures emerge from their hideaways
And drown in the sublime
Pearls of dew cover the grass underfoot
Holding reflections of the Sun
Like tiny goldfish within
Work done by the agency of the morning
Those gathered return to their subways and treetops
And another day begins in full
Brilliant, Tom! You’re so good at these! 🙂
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Thanks, Diane. Some of these are quite tricky yet others the words slot into place. And they save having to think of all the words to use! 😉
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Excellent, Tom. I see you also managed to work a goldfish into your post. 🙂
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I did, Sylvia! Goldfish and cyclops in the same post… who’d have thunk it?
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