Quatrains at 55 degrees

Cool, windless dawn

Mist hovers over pond unwilling to leave

Fish rise, kiss the bottom of sky

Puckered ripples replicate to nothingness

Cardinals call back and forth

Squirrels churl and chase overhead

Anoles and frogs are hunkered down

Insects await the sun to speak

I return to our yard with empty cup

Sovereign lord of all it sees

Grey feral cat strolls by

Looking for a sunny place to nap

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