Branches Hang Low

Thick dark Gray Clouds push the Damp Humid Air DOWN on my shoulders. Roosters Crow. Peepers & Bird-Voiced Tree Frogs Make a Joyful Noise. The Crickets Fiddle. Poor-Wills & Mourning Doves Chant Morning Doves. Limbs and Branches hang low, weighted down by Collected Rain Drops. Seminole Batts Climb upon the Back Grape Arbor Chattering Grace. Short Hear Owl barks perched on a Pine Branch. Two Toads Hop into the Pine Straw. A Large Blue Beetle Spins up-side-down on the porch. Robins and Mockingbirds sing the New Song. Cows moo.