Poetry Corner: On Easter Morning

by Jim Farfaglia

On Easter Morning

She was the wisest of the herd,
raising her head first, ears swiveling –
certain how quickly this grazing field
could become danger.
I nod to her, respectfully.

She nudges her youngest
and I watch her warn those fawning eyes,
like only a parent can do,
protecting their young.
I wink at her, knowingly.

And when she hears my clumsy steps
she leads the others to cover,
ending this moment of communion
that began my day so holy.
I thank her, heartily.

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