Mended morning

Crows arguing in the field
while the woodpecker reminds me of last night
small thumps following the crescendo of fireworks
(that was followed by hours of more fireworks)

The cats want attention; everyone else sleeps.
My less weary body tells me that I have finally
caught up on some rest.

In my web wanderings, I spy a blank thought;

the grey, green, and gold
blended hues of open field
sooth the morning rise

I love writing outside.