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Early Morning at My House

With visitors, we are as quiet as a mouse!

By Denise E LindquistPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Early Morning at My House
Photo by Rob Wingate on Unsplash

Looking out my window to the tall trees

No squirrels or birds at the bird feeder

The green grass, the field, the rain and the bees

6:00 a.m. and no one yet awake here

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Our son and granddaughter came to visit

Love to have company — is what we said

It’s fun with a daughter who came to sit

Cards after our four-year-old went to bed

~

Such a cutie — but she prefers beauty

Time to water my plants and cook breakfast

A finch is at the feeder, the cutie

Too soon to cook, we intermittent fast

~

I appreciate it is time to write

A sonnet it is, that sounds about right!

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First published by Write Under the Moon on medium.com

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About the Creator

Denise E Lindquist

Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.

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    Written by Denise E Lindquist