The Mountain Wakes Up
The bullfrog leads to a croaking sound.
Haunting the summertime downpour.
It's once entirely stumped in an emerald.
Streams with a distorted side outdoor.
My angling bar is imploring for my name.
Across the short zeniths and into a valley.
Squirrels adore a fabulous time romping tame.
Mother swamp frog lives in this vicinity.
The ground uncovers tardy deer tracks.
Thither they made a hilt break for breakfast.
Day Lily embraces me with a hello clack.
Orange toned sprinkled across the floor crust.
Crown spurs are conveyed by a blackberry.
Repeating calves cry someplace in the distance.
Falcons are swooping in to catch prey in the sea.
Spurring of the mountain's life excellence
Written: November 18, 2021
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