Hour 25 – Tradition (text)

Up rose the horizon

As it always has

Lightening the unearthed dawn

Fifteen minutes back yonder

Awakening the birds in droves

First came the songlets

Trilling sweetly announcing the sun

Then came the minstrels

Whose music was more practiced

And third came the tone deaf

The crows and the chirpers

Who pierced the air

But they were all drowned out by


The cat who hopes breakfast is near.

It’s such an untouched moment


That I rarely get to hear


But since I’m still awake


Geez, fine, I’ll feed you.

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