brightening up the world,
and the late nocturnal critters,
hurry back into their homes.
The owl already hidden,
closes his weary eyes,
as the sun now more friendly,
begins to smile to everyone.
The first powerful rays,
half-shaded by the towering trees,
stretch to the leaf--littered dirt.
The animals begin to stir:
a fawn's eyes open,
a brilliant deep black.
She unsteadily stands up
to her mother's loving glance.
Only a few feet away,
a furry white rabbit hops,
narrowly avoiding a fallen tree trunk,
and twitching its furry little nose.
A rustle sounds from behind,
and in a few hops the rabbit goes.
Just in time, as a bobcat's head peeks through.
The bobcat looks around warily,
its beady eyes catching every movement.
With tall, long strides, he heads home
after a long night of hunting.
A bird squawks from a nearby tree,
a Stellar Jay, to be exact.
He calls out, warning nearby danger,
and in fly a few more birds.
Danger? It's plain to see.
A small hawk, chirping happily.
The Stellar Jays scream out
warding off the poor hawk.
All the animals, awake or asleep,
under the sun or moon,
working together, or apart,
one big family.