The Wind in the Willows
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John

The wind in the willows sang an old song
A chorus of crickets in the lea chirped along
Creating a symphony

Frog could be heard down in the hollow
As he chimed in croaking his solo

The whisper of owl wings
A magnificent crescendo
Coaxed the meadowlarks to sing
An oboe obbligato

The stars winked and blinked
As Coyote crooned a tune
To the sliver of a silvery moon

Alas, too soon came the dawn
The wind died down

Not a sound could be heard
But the plaintive cry of a mockingbird


 

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