In The Morning Poem by Bull Hawking
In The Morning
Rating: ★5.0
In mourning I begin to write
Will this be a poem
Or grocery list?
I don't know
I just know the sky demands
I speak. My heart lifts up high.
What is there guides my words
If the thrush lands on the bush
I sing
If the wolf crouches
I howl. If the deer pants
I become thursty.
Give....be careful to give
Everything its due.
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4/19/2024 9:32:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem, sometimes we have to write to get it out.