permitting the warm summer day to unwind
and play a prairie tune.
a tiny brown bird,
a black hairy dog
to the ensemble
in our ears.
Orchestrating a symphony of sounds,
the prairie birds' chorus
lead the first movement.
|The Power Lines Hummed|
|The Moon Was Enraptured|
Thank goodness the air was positively still!
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