Foreboding

		I'm forsaking insatiable world of censure, dip in flora and fauna of my foreboding - who sings first morning quivering song? - I am not sure: timid sparrow? starlings? or robin? Wobbly bumblebee buzzing above bushy mums while the crow is stretching its wings like a missile, creaking door begs pardon for more music to come, and the distant freight train adds the concert with whistle. Sound will hang on the tree as dewdrops before fall, and surprise early walker with chimes in the air... I lift curtains, bend knees, foreboding this call, day is gaining its balance in peace with no fear.