There is that,
what once were lingering moments
between crickets and sunrise sky dappled with soft grey light widening
As a redtail hawk mama calls in her talons
full with her young’s plump breakfast still warm
just shaken loose deep from ground up
startled at this awakening rudely
Soon, as digesting enough for more hunger
evening fades where stars find refuge
deep beyond cloak of day exposed
no more
into hiding then starting over again
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