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Rondeau Prime
The morning chill up on Peet's Hill Is tempered by the rising sun That comes up like a loaded gun Looking for some game to kill Or maybe just a warming thrill Down where the rabbits shun The morning chill. A silhouetted figure will Appear to be most anyone You wish it were when day is done, But in the early light it's still The morning chill.
You breed poems like rabbits!
Felt that morning chill and the glory of a sun rise! Great photo accompaniment as well!
Blessings,
~Wendy💜