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A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.
A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.
Coffee and instant yeast
Best for an early rise
Code and cinnamon buns.
Squirrels crunch the last acorns
My loves sleep while the day wakes
Cherished silence and fragility.
Staring through the morning
Sunshine through the curtains
Cicadasongs through the trees.
Before dawn’s daily symphony
Pain quakes me awake…
I might as well start the music.