The house is still. Day
is waking.
Tick-tock
The house is still. Listen to the
flowers growing.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Whoosh
Blurp, blurp
Tick-tock
Whoosh
A small bird gently sounds into my left ear.
Right ear perks up
to the bold crow in the distance.
Tick-tock
Whoosh
The house is still,
Full of quiet sound.
Showing posts with label Morning poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morning poem. Show all posts
Monday, February 20, 2012
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