Morning Lake
A quiet breeze blows
across the dark lake
As the break of dawn
increases vision range
Orange, yellow,
Red all bright
Shine forth
From this sphere
That casts rays of light
On mist rising from fields
And animals rise
To look for their meals
Flapping sounds
And hearks of pride
As ducks land in the water
And begin bobbing their heads
Morning business
Doesn’t last long
For angular change of wind direction
Will usher more torrid electrical ejections
