Birds begin their trillbefore the sun rises.
My dog wakes me,
wanting to chase the
birds from the yard.
The air is still, there are
low hanging clouds
which make the morning
seem heavy.
I watch as the sky
turns from its murky
grey to shades of blue
as the sun makes its way
over the horizon.
The rest of the world
isn't quite awake
all is quiet
the best time of day.
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