Concert

Wrens are brown dust, wafting, flying so low
Meandering like a gay piccolo.
Two cymbals crashing against each other,
A Blue Jay admonishes its mother.
Woodpeckers pounding against a tree trunk.
Drumstick ratta-tat tapping, a rhythmic funk.
Listening to mockingbird chatter,
I hear staccato violin patter.
Symphonies in my imagination,
Fare well with Nature’s participation.

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