The Music of Morning

The slight breeze
Dances through the trees
Making a rustling sound
Still some crickets
Sounding off
From the hidden shady places
Birds call to each other
Startled, a chipmunk sees me
And scampers off
Rewarding me
With an annoyed squeak
Almost time for your nap
Little one
Incoming!
Acorns fall every few moments
From overhead
I brought my hat!
The only sound
That doesn't belong
Cars in the distance
The music of morning
No I-pod required

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