A tiny child all full of smiles escaped one early morn. His sagging diaper was the only nightwear he had worn. Such early dawn, the birds were just awakening from rest. The human child at play disturbed the silence in their nests. His large blue eyes looked everywhere, as early fog grew dim. A brand new world to such young eyes: the daybreak, life, and him. A high-pitched giggle rose above the sleepy, yawning birds. A nearby mother sparrow sang to him in lilting words. An earthworm tunneled, exiting the earth by his small feet. His chubby fingers reached and missed the object he would eat. Excitedly he ran about, the wind racing his toes. He whirled and danced beneath the sun, which gently warmed his nose. So full of joy, he had no bounds. His diaper fell to earth. His tribal dance was primitive, a legacy from birth. Alas, the celebration was cut short to say the least. Chastised, he was returned inside without his primal feast.
