Life Draws Me Away

Sleepily the night's rain and morning fog Click-clacked upon leaf covered ground from the eaves Coating things even roosters' monologue Saturating it heavily so tight like basket weave One rooster sounds like has laryngitis Maybe he's young one who just got his crow Watch out you old roosters he might steal a kiss And some hens from the hen house through hedge row Fog rises over creek up sloping hill Settles into the cracks and crevices My joints, muscles, and heart giving a chill Could be depressing but there are devices Like trying to figure what sounds are played In nature this wet morn, like dove or wren Then the sound of something that's human made Breaks the symphony of sounds that's been Duty calls quietly need to change to daily chores Life draws from me my time out on the porch