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Peacock Poetry

Yesterday morning I was up particularly early for my walk and instantly felt quite poetic! Venturing out before the rest of the world has surfaced always feels like having private access to a place of wonder and yesterday morning was no exception!


The morning roosters “Rise” proclaim, sound like a western movie

and tracks like naughts and crosses games criss-cross the sky, etched newly

The sky’s my guide, I’m open wide to what the clouds advise me

Each dawn I choose to walk outside I’m tuned into the wise me

The air’s serene, so much is gleaned before the rat race scurries

It’s like the slate of life is cleaned, see more when there’s no hurry

We have the choice, we can reframe, May what’s for me come to me

The morning roosters rise proclaim, sound like a western movie

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