Soft beginnings in morning light.
The day gently calls.
Slowly turning puffy clouds
Fill the skyway halls.
Two large rabbits ran across the front lawn.
Quick as they appeared they were gone.
Now the lawn is an empty canvas again.
We’ll see which speeding bunny can win.
On my old piano I’ll work out a tune,
To honor still nights and the moon.
By the starlight and partial breeze
There’ll be a melody to please.
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