Fall Day

Crickets hum a quiet and consistent song, an unnoticed backdrop blanketing the world with their familiar sound.

Leaves rattle and turn as the wind blows strong then settles as if under the control of a conductor’s baton.

Squirrel standing on a rock like the leader of a secret forest kingdom undiscovered by those whose eyes overlook that which is easily missed in favor of that which is easily observed.

Sky of gray overshadowing the colors of the season, muted by its overwhelming potency.

Bird chirps, alone at first then welcoming a chorus of sky voices not in unison but whose harmonious message bespeaks the glory of this day.

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