Dawn Is A Sportsman

Dawn is like an athlete with his javelin of light

Position for a fling, there comes morning

His aim the darkness sitting on the land

While houses take a last glimpse at the stars

Twinkling bon voyage to the drowsy world

And crickets, the night choir sing au revoir

The cocks sound like alarm bells for the sportsman’s pose

Like a fireman’s siren alerting

Or they sound like a cheering crowd for him

Giving him all his praise before its due

The morning sun propels his javelin up

As all the land and sky embraces him