Feathered world.

Cold morning air
crisp and fresh.
I listen as the
morning birds
sing of love through
the blooming leaves
beneath grey clouds
that promise rain.
A perfect chorus
as the tired owl hoots
goodnight and the
feathered world bids
sweet dreams.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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