Upon waking the birds sang
a light chirp and consistent rhythm
cracking life against the dawn
But then a distant siren approached
becoming louder
and silencing the sweet sound of
morning
Rescuing a fading life
And when it passed there was no sound
at all
Except the chattering of a wondering mind
Busted Flip Flops 
Beautiful words..as always. Miss our chats at work…hope you’re doing great!
I miss you Debbie! We all do.
Beautiful, Jenifer. So good to see you writing again! Kudos. xoxox