morning poem, November 7, 2016

Starting A Novel



A bright, chilly morning with the house to myself

I think I’ll make some coffee, take a mug from the shelf



I hear the ticking of the clock

The deer are on my grounds

Otis is Sitting on The Dock

The bell sounds in the town


I’ve got a dozen thoughts to catch

And notes to organize

Some hero and some evil wretch

May bring me some surprise


Copyright 2016

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