Cool morning sun;
Frost is on the porch again;
Still, the rooster crows.
Mirrors in kitchen
Stare into their reflections,
Yet they see nothing.
Sun spreads over field
Lighting up distant shack;
Rooster crows loudly.
Smoke from the chimney
Billows lazily upward
To be blown away.
Different ball this time;
Immobile on the side lawn,
Waiting for action.
Tall trees face the sun,
Half in darkness, half in light.
Lone turtledove coos.
My fuzzy friend, Belle
Comes down the path to greet me
Wiggling her behind.
On edge of freezing
Roadside stream still flows swiftly
Tinkling its presence.
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