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The Morning Walk

Fresh dew, cool and quiet, except for a bird being chased by a young hawk.
And later, sitting down with my coffee I will collect my thoughts,

I will study a new found feather and add it to my collection.
As Rusty checks for the local cat, I will brace for his reaction.

Check under the shrubs to see if he can find a rabbit, a chipmunk.
Look under my work shop, lookout you may find a skunk.

Down along the creek checking for anything new.
I spot that young hawk flying through the leaves and morning dew.

Dog business done and one more check for the cat.
While I hose off my shoes and put up my hat.

He patiently waits at the foot of the steps, while I get it together.
As I wipe off his paws and hang up his towel and tether.

Now I can finish my coffee and write this rhyme.
Rusty lays beside me for his nap and our relaxation time.

--Hubert Crowell

Photo by: Hubert Crowell Photo by: Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell