Falling Leaves are Late

Rooster near my porch?
Soon will be knocking on door.
(He's not a chicken.)

 The tree limb's bobbing
Under the weight of two squirrels
Leaping onto it.

 Reared against the sky
Pine cones hang from the tree top
Just touching the clouds.

 Falling leaves are late;
Bees are still sucking asters;
But squirrels are busy.

Clouds close, part again;
Continual curtain call
For the joyous sun.

Faint gasoline smell
Drifting up the empty road
Brings back memories.

Nestled in green leaves
A large brown dead leave is perched--
Fall performance art.

Collective buzzing,
But there are no bees to be seen.
Imagination?