|This photo by Alan|
Spare me from the hunter's moon
And coyotes howling on the hill
I don't like it in the dark,
I'm sure I never will.
The sun and color have my heart,
The rising tide of daybreak
Morning is my favorite hour
I can't abide the evening.
Wrap me in robins,
Sing me some sparrows,
Charm me with blue jays outspoken.
I'll sleep when the sun goes down
And thank you for daybreak each morning.