Laying back hovering above the porch in my swing...
with eyes closed I listen to the tiny Wren sing
Repetitive knocking is that of our neighborhood Woodpecker I decree
An eerie sound echoes as gusting winds rip through every tree.

A plethora of Squirrel dissecting Acorns Ten to Twelve feet away...
several others apparently just out for play.
With feet bare I step off the porch onto a Dewy lawn...
I then look up at a breathtaking view during a yawn

From out of nowhere a rogue Raindrop lightly grazes one eye.
startling considering not one cloud hovers in the sky
Unequivocal beauty and wonderment of Nature is heaven on Earth I plea...
sadly hell is too... it's clearly visible every day on your tv.

That resilient Woodpecker is back once again...
I can't make out which tree his beak is meticulously putting holes in.
Something just sent those Squirrels scrambling back to their nest...
Oh well...I'm gonna get back in my porch swing to rest.