By the Mighty Mumford

Watched the eastern sky

From a brick gatehouse…

Pitch black overhead,

The moon peeking out from clouds.

At first a small light grey

At horizon level appeared…

Diluting black to blue

Stretching higher clear.

First reddish glow in the sky

Hit first the attending clouds…

Hov’ring o’er the horizon

Morning sky their bounds.

Suddenly light grey

Turns to yellow light,

Sun mounts above earth

A big hawk takes flight!

–Jonathan Caswell

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