The Dawn

Sitting waiting, waiting for the light, anticipating the retreat of the night. The mallards have gathered awaiting their feeding. They always appear to be fiercely competing. A song birds trill permeates the air, spilling out it's chords, tender, fair. A boisterous crow joins the conversation. Flying to and fro with his long winded explanation. The full moon fades tucked somewhere far away, as nature greets a brand new day.