dawn
dawn brings birdsong
a peek out the window
reveals dew rising —
cool air, warm earth, this
is what happens
i rise, too
quietly as i can
and quietly as i can
cover myself
enough slip outside
to feel the first of this day
later it will be hot
now it is cool
and i am alone
but for birdsong
and two bunnies on the dewy grass
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Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2023-06-03 at 13:13
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