A Silent Moment

By: Leo Lawton

January 4, 2012

It is nearing now the midnight hour,

and I stifle back a yawn,

as snow is softly drifting down,

and I peer out on my lawn.

There beneath the spreading maple,

near the feeder for the birds,

I spy three whitetails bobbing,

they are coming now in herds.

As I watch them munch in silence,

on sunflower seeds and corn,

I contemplate existence,

and I know why I was born.

Soon a full moon will be rising,

in a snowflake speckled sky,

there is no person on this earth,

that is more fulfilled than I.

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