It’s quiet here in the mornings…
Stillness and peace they don’t last long.
There’s a bird song heard by my cat Ned.
And I think Ned thinks that’s all wrong.
The heat arrives in darkness…
June breaks up the winter freeze.
And all those distant memories.
That brought us to our knees.
There are no predictions for the future.
On this mornings rise.
But Ned could be the winner here.
See hope in that cat’s eyes.

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