Wrapped in the occasional blanket,
Knees pressed to chest,
Staring out the window, savoring
Slow sips from the ambiguous mug
Of dawns’ emotional duality.
I have shown my admiration
With this timely rising,
Flavored nonetheless by a profound
Distaste for such an hour.
I am ever
A child of the night.
Hues of dawn outline buildings and trees,
Splashing golden highlights in colors unique.
The city drags itself from
Begins to live.
I watch and sip as the world is made anew.