First woodpeckers percuss
loudly across the bog
redwings screak and call
in back-and-forth rhythms
subtle peeper chorus
chants sweetly at hearing's edge
solo mallard flies over
quacking in syncopated time
sundry songbirds enter
at high and medium pitch
robins chirp warm-up notes
not yet in operatic timbre
alto-assertive wood frogs
insist with charming dissonance
bass croaks from bullfrogs missing
too early in the concert season
parent geese in squawking section
hurry me past their marshy nests
I pause again along the bogside
to sort out these euphonious sounds.
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