I heard you calling
In the myriad voices of morning
Cocks crowing at first light
While answered calls hang like mist across the field
Pheasants call
And the hedgerow fills with the chatter of birds
Breaking free the sun throws shadows
Surprising the grassy clumps
Drenched in dew
While cows with calves move in a line through light of early morning
Quietly cropping the light splashed grass
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