Knox looked unhappy

when he woke up. The squirrel

he thought he caught had

disappeared in the blink of

his newly awakened eyes.

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The slightest rustle

of leaves reveals a small bird’s 

presence as he waits

impatiently for me to

sprinkle seed on the porch rail.

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The morning stillness

wraps its arm around me as

I slowly awake.

The day’s chatter will start soon,

but for now it’s not begun.

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Small. white butterflies

chase each other about, then

pause to sip nectar

from the abundance of blooms

patiently awaiting them.

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From across the pond

an owl asks his persistent

question, but doesn’t

wait for an answer; therefore

he’ll always be in the dark.

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Land and trees beamed when

the sun made an appearances

after so many

rain filled days. 

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Each morning that crow

gives me answers to questions

only he would ask.

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Lifting their branches

 to the rain, trees call out,

“Enough already!”.

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Small bird hesitates,

then joins the big birds who dine

along the porch rail.

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