invigorated
  i awaken
     each morn'
with-
    nary a word.

some folks
  will never
    understand.. .

a
  wing flapping
    morning bird.

as dawn
  breaks
    the horizon,

i have
  the energy
    of a hurricane.

i attack
  the fresh day
like an
  onslaught
     of rain.

the rain
  gives me
   the chance
to lick
   and groom
       my
messy mane.

   i leap
from my bed
  with a
    scratch and
a roar.

  i am what
   you call
a "bion"

  a word that
i am sure
   you have never
      heard before.

as an admitted
  pluviophile,

    the sounds
of morning rain
      excite and
arrest me.

   these things
i speak of
       are free.. .. .

    as a poet -
our frame
     of mind is
always front
  and center.. .

   we are
       open books,

we are doors
  that need

        no key.

in life,

   we just
feel things
    more deeply.. .

           better.