Feelinga little sheepish,
I take my camera out,
remove the lens cap,
and peer through this dirty window
at the farms passing by,
waiting for something
to sing to me
the way the mountains sang
last night,
gleaming in the moonlight.
No majesty today,
just a field of sheep
and a bright red barn
dozing in the morning sun.
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