While you were asleep...

The sun has not cleared

my neighbor’s house yet.

His high trees glow

golden-green, nodding slightly

in the morning breeze,

but he is not about,

probably sleeps

deep in still rooms

curtained and shuttered,

easily breaths

unaware

of the deep chorus

swelling in the brightening sky,

mourning dove and

mocking-bird, jay and sparrow

and clicking hummingbird

singing into being

the new day;

but I see

and I hear.

I’ll tell him

what he missed.