Rush Hour Music

A tractor starts on some distant farm;
Someone is squirrel hunting early, the crack
of a rifle sharp and clear.
A rooster announces the day’s beginning
while hens cluck busily about their morning chores.
Dogs stretch, yawn and whine to be petted
while birds quarrel over who should be first at the feeder.
A hickory tree drops a nut to the forest floor with a loud thud
and a squirrel chatters in complaint
Inside, a steaming kettle portends
a morning brew in the making.
The morning rush is in full voice.


About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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