Just Dawn
My window blinds squint out a slit of light.
No one can tell the view from here but me.
I see the June cherry tree out there, on the other side
holding bouncing chickadees that peck at branch aphids.
I hear the roof-spine morning seagulls barking orders
—when pushed off swiftly by rumble-crows for turf!
The rustle-bush below my pane shelters raccoons shaking soft
clawed hands.
Without a sound, regal-mother deer and spotted twins walk
down the middle of the path towards breakfast.
I walk with them in my mind, think of oatmeal and coffee.
Then, tuck my leg back under the covers a little longer.
~Shannon P. Laws
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Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her one-woman satire show on mid-life dating, "You Love Me, You Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW indie music & art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry, now available on Podbean at https://poetryclub.podbean.com/
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