Frogs are singing
deep bass croaking calling
calling where’s my mate

Lady frogs harmonize
higher alto answering
I am here I am here

Seagulls squeal above
soprano voices hailing
warning all who walk below

Crows squawk in tenor timbre’s
fighting words to all their foes
battling for bits of shiny treasure

Spiders weave a web of sorrow
for their unsuspecting prey
food or love it waits in silent ambush

Swaying in her lonely garden swing
moving slightly to and fro
watching natures magnificent show