Chirp, chirp, chirp
and acorns falling through the leaves.
Squawk, squawk, squawk
and chipmunks running across the
squirrels' forest floor.
Rev, rev, rev—
motorcycles racing in the distance.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Several deer attempt to go
unnoticed.
Kaw, kaw, kaw!
Crows are calling out about something.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—
the chipmunk freaks out about it all.
The leaves are turning yellow
and Blue Jay is really upset.
Then another motorcycle screams
in the distance and backfires—
the need for speed is real.
And I on my porch looking out:
a lone squirrel on a rock, standing on
its legs,
curled tail shucking.
Queee, queee, queee—
the wild sound of the Blue Jay then.
Can you see the picture?