Dawn shadows play behind the trees
Slipping into hollows
Dancing in that brief time
When night's hold in failing and 
Day's power has not yet come.

Cringing from the blazing orb
Held firm in the half-light
Fearing the sun
Their birth, Their death
Life of the fleeting Dawn Shadows.

6/26/98
~Shadow
~Maria Kay

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