Sitting in stillness
The morning dim of almost
Rising sun, calls me.
I respond, soft voice
Audible to planet, cats
Yet nothing else stirs
We wait for the sound
Of the first bird to come in
Through the window then
Turn and open all the doors
Sitting in stillness
The morning dim of almost
Rising sun, calls me.
I respond, soft voice
Audible to planet, cats
Yet nothing else stirs
We wait for the sound
Of the first bird to come in
Through the window then
Turn and open all the doors
sweet and fragrant poetry xx
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