Impromptu

the spring peeper people slowly shhhhhh as dawn's curtain begins lightly lighting the day's stage various birds word greeting the new not knowing the last to chirp was to be the stadivarius cricket amongst some thickets rosening his bow legged legs resounding proudly to take the last bow in a feverish fit of some sort of Paganinish fervor even the sun was piqued and took a peek for at the melodic peak as bowed wood would do so did he a finale of flames