Everything is waking up

And shaking off the evening.

Squirrels on the power lines

Drinking electricity.

They run the maze of rubber tubes

That stretch above my street.

The Cardinal joins in watching them

From his home behind the tree.

He darts about and shoves his snout

Into the fresh-turned leaves.

Everything is waking up

And shaking free from darkness.

The sun fights first to break the spell,

And we all follow suit.

The Raven cries, but joyful-like

And gulps in all the light.

The Mocking Birds will chase him off

Even now, so early in the day.

Everything is waking up

And making the best of things.