In The Predawn Light

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In the predawn light
the birds take flight,
taking with them
the silence of the night.

The lone dog’s bark
heralds the end of dark,
as his fellows
take up the lark.

Then comes humanity.
A din of utter profanity.
Attempting to avoid
silence induced insanity.

Until shines the moon,
bringing its silent boon.
Causing man’s return
to sleep’s blessed lagoon.

Then the nightmares come.
A calamitous thrum,
highlighting the pain
of yesterday’s sum.

The night’s confidence shaken,
peaceful sleep mistaken.
Silence only exists
at night when we awaken.

In the predawn light
the birds take flight,
taking with them
the silence of the night.