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our evening fire had long burnt out
the morning sun appeared
to find me through brilliant tall trees
neath a sky that had not long cleared
searching for pockets of heat

birds awoke in whistles
as a cow signalled her meandering calf
spider webs danced on dew
when the rooster
crowed out his crow
fog dissipated above our stream
my voice was softly spoken
angling its way through the steam

the pitter patter of tiny feet
greeted me out on the deck
dogs howled then barked in the distance
mist crept around the dams frosty bank

for a moment silence approached
to sleep near those waking birds
in that moment I heard you sleeping
beneath all the words