This sonnet is the second in a series of Crossing poems. This one is an autumn genre. Thank you!
Sun slowly dipping in an autumn sky; the wind's blowing and the pine boughs tossing. From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy, walk down to the river; and the crossing. To the fields above, and forage a meal; prance in the meadows; eyes and ears alert Hear Blue Jay's calling an alarm with zeal. Twilight now as fast waters in concert. Squirrels and chipmunks have gone to their beds. Barn Owls soaring upon whispering wings. Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed. Walk in the water, hear the crickets sing. Return from the fields to sleep for the day Now at dawn they cross in the crispy haze.
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