Mornings Before Work

A low sun that’s still fighting through the trees, light wisps of vapor above dew-slicked grass, hangs for a moment, the light cuts through fast, so quick I wonder, did I even see? Yes, there is still haze amongst quiet trees. A small and scared rabbit scampers on past, his peaceful breakfast was not meant to last, my blunt approach made the cute critter flee. There are few enough who are awake now, it’s a silence that I’ve come to value, only the high chirping of some bird sound, the squeaking of chipmunks hugging the ground, and chittering squirrels, far more than a few, a short requiem only morning allows.