Prompt #7: Sit outside for five minutes and listen to the world outside your doors. After a five minutes, write down everything you observed. It can be a list, scribbled notes, a story, or a poem. Just let the world speak to you.
I popped my head out the front door to quiet down my barking basset hounds. After they hushed, the silence crept in with a bang.
Dawn hosted a cacophony of birds, warming up their vocal chords in preparation for the day. No one was flying yet, but our winged neighbors were certainly awake and welcoming the new day. A rooster was at his post and sounding out his wake up call in the distance. I imagine this particular fellow to be an older gent because he’s usually a bit late and his cock-a-doodle-doos are wobbly and crusty-sounding.
The clouds are a flannel grey, with one small tease of sky that tells me it will probably be overcast today- good. Soft moos waft in on a breeze from the farm down the street. The breeze leaves a cool touch on my skin; hopefully, it will last and my pet goats will remain as comfortable as they are now.
The Guinea Hens have started to arrive for breakfast.