The morning sun peeks through the blind
In hopes it will an outlet find
It zigzags swiftly cross the floor
To bounce off mirrors by the score
The shadows puddle and disperse
Erratic movements seem rehearsed.
How fast the sunlight streams clear through
In such great haste, so much to do
You must not wince in sunshine’s glare
Just shade your eyes and do take care !
Claire V. Bogdanos 