If you’re a morning person,
Then you
wake before the dawn
And thus, it’s
dark outside
When blinds
are raised or drapes undrawn.
The city’s
very magical
When most of
it’s asleep.
It’s
relatively quiet
And the
stillness settles deep.
The subway’s
fairly empty
And most
stores are shuttered tight,
Just waiting
for their owners
To unlock
and flip the light.
Museums are
less crowded,
As are parks
and paths to stroll,
The noises
of the afternoon
Still held
in some control.
Late risers
miss the magic
That the
mornings always bring,
But to them,
it is the night time
When their
joy is taking wing.
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