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Het monster van de ochtend

De eerste lichtjes
in het gras
geven het wit van mijn vacht
een donkere kleur

Maar met trots
mag ik wel zeggen
schrijd ik door de blaadjes
die mijn weg anders willen banen

Halfdichte ogen
wakende oren
in de gele gloed
van de koele uren

Ben ik het monster van de ochtend
ze is alleen van mij
maar wacht
komt daar opeens de man


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