The Dance

Dead leaves, stirred by wind, will sometimes frolic,
instinctive response, often euphoric.
In the air, a mad Mockingbird will JIG;
performing a, dancing a, whirligig.
While it’s raining, I listen to the beat,
syncopation, you artists take your seat.
Reverberation, vigorous broom “whisk”,
cats chasing each other, delightful mix.
When a tree moves, does it shiver or sway?
Paying attention to THIS makes my day.

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