Backwoods Dawn

I'm a native born morning in Appalachia, smoky mountains surround my holy ground. Life in a single-wide far from the road never gets old. nor do two ducks trying to mate in my leaky rubber pool. Yesterday's wine bottle is empty again yet I pour myself out sip the chill mist light up, let the hot tobacco heat the dew on my lips. The birds are making a fuss. The Blue heelers are whooping it up, and the goats are high brawling. Wife's gone to Cookeville to work at Walmart, says she ain't coming back. Figure I’ll go back to bed, rest my head till whenever, then drink a warm beer for breakfast.