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I Watched ....

The dew form, 

in the predawn light.

I heard, the morning chorus.

I heard, nature at play.

The monk jack, 

was shouting....... at the foxes.

While the owl, screeched, 

the darkness ......away.

As the breeze, 

sent a chill, down my spine.

I felt,

the coming, of the day. 

Black was the water as it flowed.

Black was my heart.

But Blacker still...... was my soul.

Pray tell.....For whom, 

does

The weeping willow, weep ?

Giajl © Jim Love