A startled creature shrieks with fright as
Though cringing at an entering light, but
Fierce winds whip and weather the night
While whisking away all fearful plight.
Soothing sounds of songbirds swell
Like the dissipation-of-nighttime's bell;
Night being their equivalence of Hell,
Therefore welcoming the morning spell.
An ironically intriguing instinctive intuition
Is a vicious wolf-pack feeding exhibition;
Where cascading fog bears no inhibition
On a violent predators steadfast mission.
Nevertheless! The sun's calm, warm rays
Are beckoned forth by all to stay, for
Even Nature, through turmoil or play, fails
To halt the imminent approach of day.
Winston Edgar Hall
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