An American Sentence

Stopped dead in my tracks for the fifteen minute transition to daylight.
Stopped dead in my tracks for the fifteen minute transition to daylight.
Morning slips into the valley,
undisturbed, the first rays
slide across the far hill,
highlighting the lichen
wrapped trees.
The jays raucous alarm?
Oh, an accipitor glides
across the field.
As this threat moves on,
attention slowly settles.
The chickadees and juncos
get back to their breakfast
at the feeder.