TOP OF THE MORNING
Sweetheart delivered my morning hug
Familiar now, no youthful fainting.
Hot Coffee in my Tom Thompson mug,
With printed image of his painting.
A quiet start to an easy day
I leisurely gaze through misty blur
A distant pine tree with gentle sway
A black crow sits on its topmost spur.
From two hundred feet above the ground.
He surveys the realm of human homes.
Drew my attention without a sound,
Found his way into one of my poems.
© Ron Unruh, September 2019
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