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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
Copyright ©
Barbara Washington
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