Since I’ve begun sitting here

I’ve heard the chorus of crickets

Seen many winged insects

Float before me

I saw a portly frog

Do a cannonball

I listened to the crow rasply

Tell the news of the day

Water trickles over the falls

The river barely floats bye

The sun setting through the trees

Turns the forest into glittery gold

There is a thick spider web

Over a hole above me in a tree

I’m sure it’s in there

I just haven’t seen it yet

Most people would move

Before they see the

Spectacularly ordinary beauty

But not me

There’s nowhere else to be

So I’ll sit and wait

And see

Beauty often missed

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