The neat white fluffy clouds br Are scattered in the face of the growing sun's br Dazzling light. br br Higher in the sky the crescent moon br Hangs faint and ever disappearing br To descend the hour ladder later. br Below under the shades, br The nocturnal survivors br Have round up their night prowling. br br While the day's light grows unabated, br The cock wakes from his br Meager sleep and climbs his favorite fence br To wake the lazy. br br In midair, the dew still hangs br With holes from bat-flights last night. br Drops of converged dew br Struggle desperately to hold on to br The green leaves at the tip. br br But man possessed of the visual curse br Of the delusury glamour of the world br Fails to notice br What even the recuperating owls see.