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by Clayton Parrish
Quietly I wait for the sun to rise.
Looking over my shoulder I see floating on a bed of leaves and twigs
A faint wisp of the pre-dawn fog
Chilling the last rays of a full moon.

Carefully I wipe away the icy mist
To reveal a sweet reminder of the simplicity of God's plan.

A frog is peeping at me through the layers of debris.
Without warning it suddenly explodes into the fog
And is gone.

I watch and wait.
The day begins to wane as the sun sinks into the horizon
Out of sight behind the layers of trees.
I wait
For the icy mist to be brushed aside.

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