In The Silence Of The Morning Poem by Christine Gries

In the Silence of the Morning
I listen to the crickets, change to their morning song
While sipping my coffee

In the Silence of the Morning
The neighbor's air conditioning unit hums
A tired old song

In the Silence of the Morning
Birds begin to sing
As the cat rubs around my ankles

In the Silence of the Morning
The day is new
And I think of old friends

In the Silence of the Morning
I think about flutes
Listening to a flute's song

And I smile