A poetic journey through my mind

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Morning Song

why do they say that morning has broken,
when the deep velvet sky slowly changes its hue?
is it because, like heavens own breakfast,
the bright yolk of daytime comes pouring through?

rain in the morning, a spatter of droplets
singing a song as it meets with the dew,
or is that the sizzle of celestial bacon..
what? am I hungry? not really…are -you-??