Waken Hibernation
I find myself waking in the morning to the frost dew and yawning the morning at first light has given risen from another night and with this first daybreak my eyes they do not fake from another night of slumber to another day in life numbered my feet follow the way to the door because I want to adore this fine thing of nature and cannot wait till later the air is cold this day after waking up from my lay I see a squirl in a tree gathering food not for me I see a bird fly to his stoop pecking just above some root the wood is dead and full of hole you could say the tree has given up its' soul I came out here and seen my shadow and now find my way back to my hollow Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 11:13 PM PST, Christopher J. Mason 0 • 9
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"I find myself waking in the morning..."