Another sunrise, new day, glorious;
and the birds respond, sing, victorious.

When I watch a storm I often wonder;
about lightning, and its buddy, thunder.

Quivering, the black cat meowed hello;
an unknown instinct to “get up and GO.”
Crows, a brave mockingbird will NOT forgive;
pursuing said thieves so fledglings might live.

Astonishing the dive of a Cormorant;
it’s underwater flight – REVERBERANT.
What music a cricket makes is subtle;
violins played at dusk is the custom.

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