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Jul 15
If you listen closely
you can hear the spiders marching on their webs that glisten in the early morning light.

The bees are already at the plate drinking in the nectar from the waking blooms.

Can't see any lizards yet but they're probably still lounging about somewhere out of sight.

Plenty of wood around and not a sound from the woodpeckers!

The owl is absent
maybe it doesn't know
that I'm here,
In time it will.

And the Robin redbreast
asleep in its nest
don't be fooled
it's an accomplished assassin,

in the grass
the crickets are wary.

These things are shared with me
courtesy of the breaking day
but I break away to brew some tea
and have an orange

Leonard tells me that it comes all the way from China or perhaps he meant the tea.

sweet for sure
the well water is pure
tastes like honey on my tongue.

She says,
you're having too much fun,
She's always right.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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