7.07a Monday

Morning stillness,Isn’t.Breezing hum of the road,Egret flies through,Sun steadies up.The light changes from silhouetting the oak tree toShowing off its bark’s grays, browns, hues.The squirrels will come soon thenThe dog will careen towards the glass,Barking shouting reminding them and us daily who the bigger better species is.But not yet. They’re not here yet.And thus the stillness before more sights and sounds, is, just a bit still here.