Sun's Fingers
The rising sun's fingers cast beams
As the truck's tires sing as it comes along
The crow now has arisen to caw
The lookout caws like something is wrong
There across the way the dove coos
A crow up the road caws too
In the oak tree an unusual sound
Such peace proclaimed brand new
Written June 25, 2024 ...Out On The Porch
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