I whistled a jig while hoofing a pea gravel trail , in earshot of a tail fin on still waters ,
the chirp of a wren traveling the -
morning forest
Pinecones stair stepping the bough
Patient dove held fast neath tympanic thunderheads
Morning cardinals dressed in red
Seedlings flurried to their cool clay berth  
Ballads of sylvan mirth and Mother Earth
A katydid saws a fiddle
A tickled toad taps time
Maw Heron renders a figure eight
The ' honkers 'are headed home like they're -
running late ..