the pull of sleep
loses its hold
when the dawn
first light offers
to burn off the cold
the sweet dew chill
little sought
but for the take
a just reward
for being awake
catching the sky
blue for the right eyes
to set our hopeful gaze
and have adventure
before the heated haze
like the hunter
who sacrificed the night
this is the moment
arrived with first light
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