04-21-2015, 12:12 AM
The Joy of Early Rising
Just before dawn,
on the lowest large limb
of an ancient oak,
a raccoon sits forty feet above
ground, curled and watching.
Curled and watching,
I see him carefully
descend.
Just before dawn,
on the lowest large limb
of an ancient oak,
a raccoon sits forty feet above
ground, curled and watching.
Curled and watching,
I see him carefully
descend.
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