poetry, writing

Red Warning

Morning bled ominous red,

A warning filled with dread.

The lake ignored the warning,

Laying calm in the early morning.

Birds eventually took flight

As the red gave way to the sun’s light.

Only the early birds keenly know

Storm winds soon will surely blow.

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