A Symphony of Sound, Still Around
A Symphony Of Sound Still Around
Three ladybugs on a succulent pose.
Two tired tulips in my windowsill doze.
New dark dahlias will soon surprise.
Begonias in sunshine will always rise.
Under damp leaves these amphibians can be found.
Their enormous backyard chorus, their symphony of sound.
A bullfrog’s baritone beat, lulls me fast asleep.
A Chorus Frog's peeping has a dancing beat.
Croak,
ribbit,
repeat.
Like a member of the French Cirque Du Soleil, he balances on wires but sleeps in a drey, cautiously watching for my beagle all day.
Parachuting from a pine to an oak, he forges for nuts in his furry cloak.
Could the new life he plants with one brown treasure, grow a mighty tree that may live forever?
He defends his family on the ground, with
a hiss,
a tweeter, and
a grunting sound.
Bachelor button blue, tree bark brown,
They fly, dive and hop around.
Echos repeating, chicka- dee -dee diding.
Sweet wren’s tweeting.
Swans trumpeting,
woodpeckers tapping,
Clicking, whistling,
Are you listening?
Do not spray on your sweet Chanel, a stinging bee can always tell!
It's mint julep they’d rather smell.
"Excuse me, but does the Queen sip honey tea?"
Sometimes, buzzed her nectar inspector.
With a rapid vibration of beating wings,
piping,
tooting,
buzzing,
These whimsical insects really "sing"
Their symphony of sound is still around.
Copyright © Marikate Kingston | Year Posted 2023
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