at daybreak
crows are calling…like roosters
there goes the moon
Warmer days are coming. Sitting in my reading chair, having my morning coffee, the chittering of little birds came thru the open windows, and then the crows, cawing….cawing. I got up and looked out thru the window to see what I could see. No little birds, no crows, no roosters, but there was my old friend, the moon. I wanted to hold on to that feeling.
