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    Thursday, April 13, 2006

    Morning Birds

    The morning birds are chirping, but the sun has not yet risen above the horizon.

    Air brushes my face, an electric fan.

    The world is asleep.

    All is calm.

    I am alone & at peace.

    An ambulance drives by, sirens blaring. Lullaby of the city.

    It's time for bed.

    2 comments:

    lizzard said...

    A sheep in the heard has joined the flock, i.e., i've added on myself to this thing www.rev.lizzard.blogspot.com

    skippy....

    Deborah said...

    Thank you for commenting on my blog. I love your poem!!