Poetry

THE FOG’S MYSTERIOUS CLEARING

The morning dew crept inAs the blackbirds began to sing.

The sky was covered with fogAs the coyote chased the small dog.

Soon the mystery was goneAnd the morning sunrise began.

And I wondered, greeting the day:Who cleared the fog away?

Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer
Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13
Brookline, Massachusetts

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