Whilst Pollock’s specks twinkle across celestial canvas, henwife half-sleeps, anticipating imminent calls.

Guttural croaks step in to cricket’s chirps, sending that which is slight and serene into hibernation as dawn creeps around the periphery.

Furries of the early-riser persuasion saunter towards a fantastic furphy—that heaven’s dust has alighted for purpose of spreading lighted luck.

Star shot holds fauna in a state of awe as chicks’ mates begin to caw. Time for eve to leave so that sun can run. After hours, it will be time to redo before morrow’s redew. ; )