The morning is doubtful before
the sun yawns deep with its yellow
light, soft in the cloudy cot from
which it rises. A prairie warbler
matched in clothes and brightness
sings out to the doubtful morning
its warbling melody.

The annoying cackle of a cell phone
rings, thundering light in the quiet dawn.
The sky darkens with bright song birds,
wings blasting wind against my ear –
whistling new notes to the morning’s
melodious doubt.