Creeping
Stepping softly so as not to disturb the earth
I peek around the edges of my awareness
Hoping to see the exact minute that time
passes, and the dark gives in to day.
Quietly I slither, making ne'er a sound
To a place I know where day dances with dark
The silent struggle between them, few humans see
Daily ritual with a temporary winner.
I'm close, I can feel it, they have coupled
A grey blending of bright light and dark ebony
I step forward, the grass protests my invasion
Looking down and seeking forgiveness, I miss it.
As I lift my head, day has won the battle
Shining bright in a winners splendor
Spreading her arms in victory, her trophy the sun
I sadly return to consciousness, only to try again.
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