Most animals go about their morning normals quietly ;
Not so, a tailflicking squirrel and one squawking mockingbird .
The solemn night stages the early matins sung piously
As rebirth fans across dewdrops sparkling : a reverence observed—

Not so with this squeaking squirrel and the balking mockingbird,
Both aloof to harmony and consumed with recalcitrance,
As renaissance fans across glittering dew : the glory observed,
Whilst bellicose war cries bewail from the crusty battlements .

Both aloof to melody and brimming with recalcitrance,
The shimmer fades in the sun–upping warmth; the bee chants float
Amid churlish war cries clamoring from crusted battlements
Splitting the spring forenoon leeways overlapping, undercoat.

The glimmer fades in the sun-upping warmth . The bee drone floats
Beside the clawing and the clacking of tooth and beak war–dance
That rends the vernal forenoon niches interwoven, unbeknownst
By choral songbirds skimming the trees, aloft a butterfly trance .

Counter to the clawing and the clacking of tooth and beak dance,
The peaceful night stages early matins voiced sacredly
By acapella birds swimming through branches : the butterflies dense:
Most animals undertake their morning routines softly .

*[ WSB ]_.