A Stroll in the Woods

A canopy of birdsong
resounds from the treetops.
Symphony of serenades,
myriads of musical voices
expelling a vast variety of notes
from their tiny throats.

Panels of lush greenery
receding away,
like layers of painted cardboard props
set across a stage for a play,
each with its own verdant shade of green
separating one row from the other.
Between the back panels, a small meadow
where tall stalks of Queen Anne's Lace
stand like sentinels, surveying the scene.

All of a sudden, my eye comes to rest
on the actor - unexpected, unseen at first,
standing between the panels upstage,
two enormous, perfect brown ears,
black doe-eyes,
statuesque, frozen in stillness.
Time stops for a moment,
then, turning swiftly,
she bounds away,
waving a white flag in her wake.

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