Feeling rather melancholy,
I walked a country mile yesterday.
Ants followed me stride for stride,
there was a rattlesnake hidden
off to the side, buzzing his fair warning.
Up ahead, rabbits frolicked on the path
with the meadowlarks calling.
A gentle rain fell on the ground
all around me with the sound of
distant thunder,
I cried,
surrounded by the bucolic,
a soft-breeze tussled my hair
& no longer sad.