#1794-Ducks
29/06/2022
Camouflaged and free,
Hiding in nature’s green.
Coffee mug in hand,
Gazing at the wakening land,
Waiting for birds to fly.
Early morning daydreams,
When the world was calm,
With little to worry about,
But work, weekends, and fun.
Now days are less filled,
Those primordial urges fulfilled.
Still, it brings me warmth,
Thinking of those days,
Shivering in the dark,
Waiting for morning to arrive,
And the birds to finally fly.
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