quiet
drifting languid evening
napping cats
soft tick of clock
a gentle time of day
Somewhere,
a hawk roosts in the dark.
Squirrels tuck their little paws
into their dried leaf nests.
Raccoons venture out
in hopes of an early snack.
Jan 22, 2009
Quiet Evening
Labels:
animals,
appreciation,
being present,
gratitude,
hawk,
in the moment,
nature,
poem,
poetry,
prose,
prose poem,
seasons,
simple gifts,
writing
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