Outside on a summer morn,
Watching as the day is born.
Morning coffee in my hand,
By the river I do stand.
Morning sun shines through the trees,
Not the faintest of a breeze.
Ripples in the water show
Little ducks, just watch them go!
Listen now, a thrush does sing,
Soon more birds a chorus bring.
Eagles fly high in the air
Effortless, without a care.
Squirrel comes for peanuts free,
While I sip, morning coffee.
© 2020 Steve McLeod.