Morning Miracles

slender moon
spills milk at mother’s feet
as peacocks’ rustle
settles into silence

yesterday’s mandarin sun
swung low and lush
lingers on earthen floor
offers tender warmth

jasmine scent
casts a spell on those asleep
mouths open
like half blooms

mother throws handfuls
of grain to rooftop
skirmish of feathers
and vibrant plumes

daybreak crouches
then cracks the horizon
reveals empty rooftop
miracle of iridescent feathers

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