Cottontails in the Mist
Light comes slowly crawling, |
Over the valley wide,
Evenings moon dips below the trees,
Drifting to the other side,
The mist of an early dawn,
With hints of mountain pine,
Shadows fade on the new sunrise,
A morning so divine.
In the hidden meadow,
Wakes the fox and fawn,
They quietly rise from slumber,
Moving with the dawn,
Through chatting leaves of aspen,
And frost upon the ground,
They see the little white flickers,
Leaping with a bound,
Misty fog moves slowly,
Across the hills and dales,
Cottontail are playing hide and seek,
Yet the only things seen are their tails.
For the Brain Tease 12 challenge
'I A M N O N U T' = 'MOUNTAIN'
In my poem: 'Cottontails in the Mist'
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