Morning

Morning is held in orbit,

early morning blast

the corners of the house, I heard.

Night is the resting place

lonely, if

sleep corrects rest gets

a moment of up-weary baboon.

Again the morning chirp

I hear, it is the sound of sparrows.

Is no longer owls alleviate rumors.

Last night was a night

a restful nap,

I got rest

country utopia.

It soon became

morning the caravan.

I took anxiously

against it, morning coffee

cherished people writing in.