Neat!!

The morning shine of the glass dare,

an open door to song.

A small bird sings,

a tone of love,

of peace and willful rhyme.

A large tree stands,

a branch attached,

a resting, likely place.

A nest of wonder,

I said, "no plunder".

Enjoying as I went.

The green grass wet,

with Dew of Night,

my footprints I do see.

The dampness felt,

between my toes,

and all I think,

is that this is,

pretty fucking neat!

K.A.P.

6/29/2009