a soundless morning
Placid stillness
It is practically soundless
Two tiny wind chimes sing
Woods and trees are silent
Dogs take off with their tails high up
Hearing something I do not hear
They are yipping like coyotes now
I expect to see deer, but see nothing
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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