Connected With Nature

I very rarely get up at the breaking of dawn a blanket of muddy clouds overcasts an eyelash slither of light sliped pass as the crescent moon cuts it's way through with a wink suddenly, in the neighbors yard next door three startled deer stood in line watching me as I turned into my driveway a quick dash and off they ran for the thick woods safe from the light of my headlights no sooner than I parked my headlight shining on the dead grass engine running a bushy tail rabbit ran into the light I had forgotten how peacefully the animals play under nighttime's moonshine when I turn for my last snooze of the night rarely do I get up at the breaking of dawn now I'm glad I did as my spirit connected with nature once again