Autumn Woods
On my walk through the Autumn woods,
I hear the cracking crunch of leaves.
And whistling through the bare branches,
brisk breezes shriek like a banshee.
A chatty squirrel barks and squeaks
on my walk through the Autumn woods.
And as dusk dims, I hear an owl,
hooting lowly in the distance.
A woodpecker's tap, tap, tapping
echoes off a hollowed-out log.
On my walk through the Autumn woods,
Nature's natural sounds abound.
A chattering chipmunk scolds me
in a loud barrage of shrill chirps.
And I hear a gnarled old oak groan,
on my walk through the Autumn woods.
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