One of those days

It is one of those days

I'm awake early again

And struggle to get up

It is barely dawn and it feels cold

Reluctantly I draw the curtains

And when I do I see

The trees swathed in a lifting fog

And silence all around

It was so beautiful it seemed as though

I had caught the day slowly revealing

Her enticing secrets

With but me to observe her

I quickly dressed

Then hurried from my door and

Walked briskly to the village pond

As the cold misty morning lingered still.

My breath puffing clouds

As I carefully made my way

To the edge of the water

Where the birds paddled there

Slowly I squatted down on my haunches

To be less conspicuous and quite still

Scarcely breathed as I too

Became at one with the scene.

As they searched for food they were

Lenient with me and paid me little account

As scarcely a quack or a chirp warned

Of my presence by those still waters.

Brightening now as the sun struggled

To burn away the ponds shroud

I felt exhilarated that I was too

Part of nature’s dawn

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