A Morning Song

By D E P Dennis If you get up early and go into the marshes You can see the dew on the creatures of the dawn Watch reed stems tremble in the softest of breezes Let your heart sing praises to that bright summer morn.   Back in the old world there’s fighting and bloodshed But here in the marshes sleeps peace, like a fawn. Watch the cob guarding a clutch of new cygnets Killing and gentleness – why your heart’s torn.   Who are we really, just beasts of the forest? Killers who prey on the weak and forlorn…

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