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Budgie
As
the
dog
days
of
summer
winds
to
a
close
Nature
performs
a
changing
of
her
clothes
Subtle
at
first
but
soon
you’ll
see
Myriads
of
mixed
colors
in
her
tapestry
From
the
heights
of
the
mountains
to
the
depths
of
canyons
She
weaves
and
spins
with
wild
abandon
Blood-red
colors,
Vermillion
and
crimson
Yellows
,oranges,
shades
of
brown
and
then
some
Of
all
the
varitities
of
woodland
trees
There
is
one
that
stands
as
King
of
all
these
Regal
and
sacred,
it
spreads
it’s
canopy
The
mighty
oak
in
it’s
splendor
of
majesty
The
acorn
mast
crop
feeds
many
as
well
Of
the
winged
and
four
legged
who
therein
dwell
As
from
a
fairy
tale
this
woodland
realm
To
learn
of
it’s
diversity
can
overwhealm
Those
who
travel
it’s
paths
and
trails
Can
speak
of
it’s
magic
in
many
tales
One
must
experience
but
cannot
explain
The
forests
transformation
in
the
thunder
and
rain
As
raccoons
scurry
into
a
hollow
log
From
a
woodland
pond,
the
drumming
bullfrog
The
gurgling
creek
the
rippling
of
water
The
playful
splashing
of
the
otter
One
cannot
ignore
the
rauchious
caws
of
crows
In
aerial
combat
with
other
winged
foes
To
hear
the
singing
calls
of
geese
flying
in
V
formation
Winging
southward
to
unknown
destinations
The
deep
grunt
of
the
buck
deer
enthralled
in
romance
Seeking
female
does
receptive
to
his
advances
The
mourning
dove,
whipporwill,
and
bobwhite
quail
Their
voices
join
to
sing
of
Natures
tale
There
are
but
a
few
of
what
you’ll
see
and
hear
When
seeking
Autumns
beauty
and
Natures
serenity
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