Thought For The Day
The air is heavy with moisture,
orb webs beaded with droplets
of dew drape like bejeweled tapestries.
The birds sing with more insistence,
their voices loud in the early morning light,
bright with promise, each singing
just a bit louder than his neighbor.
And my neighbor because we live next to a pasture,
insists a rooster belongs here with his brood
who crows victoriously and teases the hawk
who lives in the tallest pine across the meadow.
The great red tail lifts his voice to the chorus
It is morning, time to celebrate.
Herb Ratliff, April 17, 2012, All Rights Reserved
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