Sonnet To The Morning, a poem by Jane Davidson at
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Sonnet To The Morning

Sonnet To The Morning

written by: Jane Davidson



Dawn slowly into painted heaven slip,
As morning sun her golden face does show.
And flocks of birds together soar and dip.
Then bright robins jubilant song will flow.

Sly foxes finish hunting for the night,
And Into hidden dens they slowly slink;
While naughty cubs play frolic and fight.
Until vixens barking, make bright eyes blink.

But, too weary are we to welcome Dawn,
And robins sweet singing disturbs our sleep.
While red fox cubs play we awake and yawn.
For time for us does not come cheep.

So, just one moment let us all keep spare.
Then of nature we will become aware

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