Once I was sat, praising the rosy Dawn-
when stood there a Fawn, grazing--
on my backyard lawn!
Never had I thought that a four-legged Miss-
could be adequate of, and suffice a kiss--
those days of mid-summer bliss!
T'was the virgin days of June-
bees and birds sang their favourite tune--
sang for my friend, the Raccoon!
T'is a sight to behold, the dying of Night-
the fight of Light, in all its astral might--
giving birth to clouds so fluffy and white!
Now I beg that You should go outside, too-
go admire Nature in all her hues--
don't miss out on this divine view!