brown and gray on a foggy day
nearby highways strangely still
morning soundscape numbly nil
little to see from where I stood
on that platform made of wood
feel the peace and feel the calm
look out on the beaver pond
nothing moves but then intrudes
a sight I see to my delight
gray-winged giant’s silent flight
much to see from where I stood
on that platform made of wood
in the peace and in the calm
flying past the beaver pond