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Woodland Symphony

Cock-a-doodle-do
squawks the oboe
playing rooster
in prelude to
the morning sun.

At symphony center
woodland critters play
weaving sounds
in rhythmic pattern
of tinted harmony.

The conductor stands
to the side with
hands held  behind as
baton loosely swings as
fingers slowly drum.

A big honker honks
to others across the way
French horns tuning
in fun filled fray.

Heard to the left and in the back
percussion impacts
the woodpecker pecks.

Horses trumpet from nearby corral
a call of whinnies and snorts  
a stanza of fits and starts.

Cows bassoon their moos
in harmonic key crafting
multiples of musical interludes.

Symphony saturates each morning moment
measure by measure the melody happens and
promises to sing throughout the day
to soothe with vespers in Evensong.

All quietly soft in the
moon light of the score
we will sleep in the indigo night
hushed within northern Arkansas.