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Towards the east, the God of day,

Like some great red-eyed dragon, tops the rugged range.

Before his golden beams, the gray

Of dawn creeps slowly backward, till the magic change

Sweeps night away.

The desert stirs, and wakes.

Strange-fashioned things come slipping into sight.

High overhead a buzzard idly wings,

A lonely raven robed in shades of night

"Caws" hoarsely to its mates.

Perched on a nearby stone,

A lizard, swift as light, and clad in colors gay,

Pumps slowly up and down.

A horned toad, with crown of thorns, comes slithering by,

And then is gone.

Atop of yonder rocky hill

A lone coyote, skulker of the desert wastes,

Greets the first beams with shrill

And piercing "yips," then hastes

To find his morning kill.

A wandering honeybee,

Drunk with nectar from a Palo Verde's yellow bloom,

Goes stagg'ring by.

The air is heavy with the desert's sweet perfume

From flower and tree.

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