He steps out to a cool, grey dawn
The wind whistles and leaves rustle
Birds chirp, and squirrels yawn
Long before the morning bustle
Cheese on the bagel, tea in the kettle
A helping of cereal, right off the shelf
The lone warrior prepares to battle
Not only the elements, but also the self
As mind eggs the body on,
Legs fly and hands churn
Over the limit and further beyond
The heart pounds and lungs burn
Half part agony, half part fun
That glorious ritual called 'morning run'
Excellent Kabz! Talent 'r' there.
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