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Its morning

The doves are cooing,

The birds are chatting,

Their saying; “its morning, its morning”

as if they are seeing it for the first time.

And I’m listening to what they say,

I too am greeting the new day.

And I too am saying, “yes indeed;

                                                      it is morning.”

© Written by Dominic John Gill February 25, 2006 www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au