An Almost Perfect Morning
Walking out of my door after the storm
I noticed that the steps leading to the house
Were covered with bits and pieces
Of fallen twigs and leaves
While the sun, in its haste to dry up the land
Made the air thick and heavy with moisture
Stepping outside
Twigs snapped underfoot
And the leaves made a squishing sound
While I walked about the house
Coaxing my dog (Jade)
To take care of her morning business
The morning was much cooler than usual
Making me feel invigorated
As I smilingly watched Jade run about
Sniffing at the ground
Looking for small animals to chase after
Rabbits or squirrels, which she never caught
It was a clean morning
With the smell of grass and trees in the air
Washed by the previous night's storm
And as I stood watching Jade run about
I thought that this was an almost perfect morning
Perfect in the sense, I almost didn’t think of you
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