Pastoral Symphony

In a nearby weeping willow tree A visitor is perched upon a bough Robin is singing somewhere above me I'd never noticed the myriad variations Of his warbling song until now If I sit here long enough Who knows what I'll hear and see In answer, 3 Squirrels come running up Bushy tailed, paws open wide They look at me, beseechingly "Sorry - I've got nothing for you" I say "But now that I know you come here often We can share peanuts another day Charming guests such as yourselves Are bound to make my heart soften" A sudden flash of red close by Reveals a Cardinal, and his Catbird cousin Searching for insects; "Over here!" I cry "There are plenty of bugs feasting on me Make these your meal - they're here by the dozen" Come Mockingbird, Grackle, scampering Cottontail Your presence in this garden is like music to me Such sweet sounds of spring never fail To lift my spirits, to soothe my soul As you perform your Pastoral Symphony