Early In the Morn
early in the morn
the blind roaster in the corn~
dog gnawing a bone
chickens in the pen
waiting on the kind old men~
to feed them again
cats a meowing
rubbing against farmer then~
looking at marsh hens
at the waiting pond
farmer working in his field~
the ailing horse yield
pure alabaster
flee faster in the pasture~
"Who knows? We shall see"
dreaming of Girlie
early in the evening pink~
leaving with a wink
4/25/2020
just musing
5-7-5
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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