Not Even A Breeze

In the early morning mist three

young deer stir, but

nothing else, not

even a breeze

moves.  All the birds are tucked away

and the sun seems

content to stay

behind the grey.

Later, a few crows emerge, but

hold their call as

we wait for the

unfolding day.

                                                                   JDG

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