Misty Morning Dewdrops….

Soft as the dewdrops are falling the nightingale just awoke he does not evoke nor is he singing the sky this morn brought no newborn in my greying mailbox still, the money is heaping in my old socks in this area, I reside more come to settle here and also to hide the old fox likes this atmosphere of generous farmers and their chicks so clear it's all so poetic here, my dear but on the other hand some neighbours are at their land with much importance hunting the foxes together at once enjoying the misty morning dew my thoughts languidly grew while looking at far distances this rural peaceful retreat has a very lot of disturbances the more I am watching in my surrounds discover more hidden atrocities I almost fainted, absolutely, they know no bounds Soft as the early leaves are twirling the nightingale starts to sing he does not evoke either but soon come the mockingbird and the Wren as far as I remember, this is my daily trend.... Created on the 4th of February 2019, and accidentally Jos Ruys' Birthday, she is fond of wrens. If you happen to read: God's Blessings for you, dear.