Dawn creeps up around the mossy green hills
Like a bright orange tiger with sharp claws
Day slinks up beautiful, and yet it kills
Swallowing its midnight prey by its maw!.
I stand and watch the tiger, bright red, rise
Yawning, stretching, flexing its huge talons
With a sun that resides in its star-lit eyes!.
I see it, I smell it, the moss smell of villains-
And then it is gone, hid by the glum clouds!.
A flash, a flicker, flutter of an eye
A boom, no room for thunder clapping loud!.
I look up in awe at the tears of the sky
No nightmares, no fears, a good way to die-
To be swallowed by the might of the skies!.
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