Connected With Nature

I very rarely get up at the breaking of dawn
a blanket of muddy clouds
overcasts

an eyelash slither of light sliped pass
as the crescent moon cuts it's way through
with a wink

suddenly, in the neighbors yard next door
three startled deer stood in line
watching me
as I turned into my driveway

a quick dash and off
they ran for the thick woods
safe from the light of my headlights

no sooner than I parked
my headlight shining on the dead grass
engine running
a bushy tail rabbit ran into the light

I had forgotten how peacefully the animals play
under nighttime's moonshine
when I turn for my last snooze of the night

rarely
do I get up at the breaking of dawn
now I'm glad I did
as my spirit connected with nature once again