Misty Morning

Today we walked the early path 
The cloud was thick and low
A greyish mist sat in the grass
And muffled water’s flow
As we strolled I tuned my ear
To noisy drinking sounds
Where the dog lapped water clear
That bubbled from the ground
And when the murk rose from the beck
A drizzle took its place
That silvered the mane about dog’s neck
And gently bathed my face

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