A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles.
Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers.
Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles.
As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers.
You can hear the patter of dew, pinging.
The limbs of trees squeezed, tight and shrunk, crackling.
Bells toll the end of summer's reign, ringing,
As the cool winds shake the eaves loose, rattling.
Geese...
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