GROUNDWOOD BOOKS HOUSE OF ANANSI PRESS TORONTO BERKELEY
I WOKE before the sun was up before the moon closed its eyes before the stars twinkled out when the whole world was just thinking about the new day and everything was purple and magical You were already awake listening to the chorus of frogs dressed waiting You smiled winked and held a finger to your lips We crawled from the tent carefully quietly so we didn’t wake the others
