Morning Bird

When the sun is almost up-
You are, already, emphatic bird-

Your tweets on some kind of

exclamatory repeat:

You have my attention!

Though not for me-

You sing for the startling morn,

Less a feat of strength

More one of prayer,

For deep hours borne

And the conjuring of light,

For possum and foxes lair,

The sly tripping wind and

Eternal flightless night.