Autumn Song


The leaves are turning red,
The birds have gone away;
A nip is in the air again,
The skies are turning gray.

Cold gusts are blustering,
Blowing through the night;
Autumn squirrels bustling,
Preparing for the fight.

Mama bear lays down to rest,
Her work this year is done;
Her cubs are grown and gone away,
Searching for their home.

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