I lay on bed waiting for that moment,
The night guard passed on his last round
Mournfully whistling another night was spent,
Though the night was still lulled by weary crickets’ sound.
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I love the time just before dawn. It's still dark, but the birds know it's time to sing and wake everyone up. Very nice reading this.
Beautiful way each lines are expressed..Lovely poem and loved reading it.
The transition from night to dawn is beautiful with sunlight slowly peeping in and the songs of early birds! Some images in the poem, I loved much!