Early

But the song of the early bird

And the other early song of the bird

(Yet to be taken a shot at -

Crying for immunity and polyester)

Till the lost cows come home

Much later: after the break of dawn

(Dusk was her name, if I remember right

Or was it that she just smelt like musk

And was dusky of skin? Ah memory!)

Early night late evening like rain

Needles of silence: nothing is audible:

Immune to needle pierce shrieks - 

Noise of the world (but for) the words

She breathes in her sleep - gentle

Murmur of every word's worth

(So romantic, wandering lonely like a cloud)

Get to hear the song of the early worm

And the other early song of the worm