Misty Morn’

There’s a rustling

In the wilderness

It creeps above the grass

~

Traveling with conviction

Up the trees

It then turns back

~

It is everywhere

Yet nowhere

Noticed and then not

~

A misty morn’

Becomes

A midday afterthought

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