Your early call, six o’clock

Your early call, six o’clock

At the place between,
my souls residence
and my gut,
ends the nights’ rest.

At the place between,
silent night
and courting,
late winter birds.

At the place between,
they warble worms
and chirp from branch,
clarion messaging.

‘Alone, alone’, I hear their reveille.

‘Time, time’, bend my ear to receive.

‘Sleeping bear’, bid me take a celestial place.

‘Awake to our song’, my eyes rise up to the skies.

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