Hacienda Merida
It’s 5 AM and still dark as the lake
When the rooster starts his clownish complaint.
He is quickly joined by the village dogs,
The gecko on the wall behind the bed
Birds and more birds
And finally Fiona the donkey
Whose hoarse and outraged heehaw
Signals she is not ready for another day
Tethered to a pole in fickle shade.
This in response to Sherry’ s prompt over at earthweal : “For this week’s challenge, speak for animals, or let the animals speak.“
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Oh I would LOVE a morning that starts out that way!!!!! When I lived at my sister’s, I had some of it – horses neighing, neighbour rooster crowing, woodpecker pecking the tin roof……..I so enjoyed this poem, Jim. Was slow getting here – you must have gotten some of our storm – our power was out all day till 7:30 p.m.
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Just catching up here, Sherry, a lot going on this week, Never did get that storm, beautiful sunny day here in Vancouver!
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That sounds like a raucous start to the day – fun though – better than being woken by the roar of traffic.
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That sounds like a raucous start to the day – fun though – better than being woken by the roar of traffic.
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No donkeys here, but the birds are always welcome. (K)
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I find waking to BBC Radio 2 just as raucous.
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Such a lovely way to be awakened. I’ve regrettably never had this experience, but your poem paints a sweet picture for me.
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Thanks Myrna!
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