Bird feeder awaits
The food and the feeding birds;
(But not the squirrels).
Sun has run away
Chased by the lumbering clouds;
More leaves are falling.
Collette takes a quaff;
Olivia takes a scratch;
Bovine ablutions.
Dead leaves on the rocks;
Below swollen stream rages--
Two faces of Fall.
Dead leaves are resting
On the rich green plant below;
Fall marches slowly.
Two dead leaves lying
On the decomposing rock--
Transit gloria.
Crickets in the woods
Singing their loud scratching song
Become a sound wave.
Heard but still unseen--
Water under the bushes
In the roadside stream.
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