slowly the sun rises
pink orange brilliance
splashing the sky
with a lavish hand
in the dawning day
a dog barks
cows call to their babies
klock klock
the woodpecker on the old cottonwood
creates a jazz rhythm
while the magpies screech like demented saxophones
somewhere deep within the firs
the turkeys gobble
and down the road horses
converse
all creation sings
a Sacred song
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