Romance at Dawn
Being awake by four… and out the door,
heading for… a pleasant garden chore,
with no traffic to fear, but a night so clear,
refreshed with fresh picked tea, sweetened with local raw honey,
in an invigorating quest, at the time of day that’s best,
with clean predawn air, finding wonder is there to share,
before day light, with kingbirds and their songs in flight,
playing and singing, to be up early is certainly right.
With joy in the task to enhance a serene garden scene,
after a pleasant stroll, and climbing a knoll,
it is time for a rest, when at the crest,
not quite the top, a male quail decides to stop.
A series of underwater garbled songs is his tune.
Very soon he has clearly swoon.
Another female quail lands not far away,
It doesn’t take long to completely sway.
The two in love
Walk in surround sound, (especially from dove),
with natures lovely scents all around to the next little clearing above.
With advance of light, many other birds are in flight.
It’s a pleasure of great diversity, with abundance to smell hear and see… all for free.
Scolding screaming crows clatter,
Noisy boisterous mockingbirds
battle aggressively friendly hummingbirds.
In harmonious chatter
Are the little fits and flits of wrens and wrentits.
Two varieties of wrens and towhees
and a most delectable sound of a robin.
Add to the birds din.
Of course there was a frog in a little bog.
But the most joy came
from the coupled chubby quails mating game.
In a covey quail normally stay and play.
They pair and mate late in the season.
A more bountiful supply of seed is the reason.
But for humans, it is the beauty of dawn that prevents a yawn,
soon after our rest, when nature is at it’s best.
By “Green” Gene Sottosanto