Just as a slight grey tinge begins to appear in the east,
And the silence only broken by a rabbit munching in the yard,
Anticipation of the dawn rests on my weary head,
Wishing I could just get a few more minutes of slumber.
First to welcome the day is the Rooster’s crow,
Making sure no-one will miss the growing light,
And a little while later, the kookaburra starts,
His mate joins in just to let him know he’s there.
Next to wake are the merry Magpies,
Chortling to each other as if it’s a game,
A Bogong Moth flutters against my bedroom window screen,
Trying to find a dark place to hide from the impending day.
The throaty cough of the tractor exhaust cuts through the dawn,
Suggesting the farmer has a lot on his plate today,
And the tree on the hill is cloaked in a soft orange hue,
As the sun first begins to peak over the horizon.
Incoming Superbs announce their arrival for water,
The Red Rumps to follow for the very same thing,
Then just as I’m dozing with the morning sounds gathering,
My alarm goes off and the serenity is suddenly suspended.