Meneshian: Dawn

MENESHIAN: DAWN
By Knarik Meneshian

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October 6, 2009

I opened the window to dawn, And in rushed cold, Crisp Lori mountain
air.

A wolf

Prancing on newly fallen snow, Paused and stared my way.

Our eyes locked. I did not blink.

He turned his head and Scampered away into the trees Higher up the
mountainside.

A shepherd In the distance,

Waving his stick like a baton, then Tapping it on the ground,

Called out, "Ho, ho!" to his flock, As they made their way Higher
yet up the mountainside.

Soon, in the valley below, The village will awaken to another day,

Another "drop of honey."