IT RAINED

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Sleep is death everyday
And dreams, the after life.
Morning wakes Lazarus
Into a very moist terminus.

The birds call out stops,
Jetting in over roof tops.
The sun arrives from the east,
In its twelve hourly haste.

Wingless termites each pair,
From glassy littered floors appear.
Lizards leave damp cracks
Amidst frogs’ conducted croaks.

Each awakes as another
To catch the day younger.
The wet early mood hurried;
For surely last night it rained.

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Blue green whistly bird

hops near the garden wall

he does not see the sly, tabby cat

hunkering way down low.

Blue green whistly bird

intent on nibbling found breakfast

does not hear his partner’s call.

Come closer thinks the tabby

I will have a morsel for sure.

Blue green whistly bird

Is joined by wrens and robins

hungry in the morning light.

The smiling tabby considers them all

and his eyes lock on a favorite prize.

Blue green whistly bird

eyes the raised hind end

he senses the danger quickly

and calls to the robins and wrens.

Desperate, hungry  tabby leaps  high into the air,

He lands without a captive

nor a meal to share.

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