A Sunny Spot on This October Day
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Oct 13, 2024
Warm rays fall quietly. The day’s begun.
This sunlit garden spot’s a morning treat.
The low sun lights the outdoor chicken run
and piece of pumpkin left for them to eat.
I’m noticing the quiet. Where’s that bee
all buzzing happily to break the gloom?
A small red hen comes waddling. Cooing, she’s
found something in her sunny screened-in room.
Her sisters gather, clucking; that looks sweet.
I close the gate. The chickens stare. They blink.
They peck the seeds out first and then the meat.
Things aren’t so bad. That’s what I hope they think.
I feel an autumn chill that nips the ears.
This morning sunlight softly calms my fears.
Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.
Thank you, readers. The hens and I are glad you stopped by.
