Mountain Happening ...  At The Farm ... Some might see just animals and I see ...
First morning rocking on the porch ...

ANOTHER VIEW                                                      
                                                                                                   
Leaves in multi-shades of crimson dresses,
Drop in slow dance,
With open arms embracing then,
green carpet ground.

Crows chatter back and forth,
Like friends at coffee houses,
Exchanging trivia.

Roosters confused? Constantly
Crow at midday. Maybe on
Overtime shifts.

Tickle of frisky wind,
Brushes my neck,
Kisses my cheek,
And ballet dances
Away to pirouette
Near horse's mane.

AND YET,

Humans interrupt the music
Of this Nature's opus, so
A woodpecker madly
Drills away with faster beat,
Mocking  farmer who hammers
On a white picket fence.

And the prosaic sound of a truck
Drums down a hill,
While a tractor rumbles,
 Forcing wheels up a mountain.

Nearby on a hill, a horse in
Shinny black tux and white cuffs
Around his feet, conducts this
Nature's symphony with
His swaying  tail.

THEN,
The horse,
Disturbed by the homo sapiens's
Insensitivity to the flowing art around them,                                     
Shakes his mane with artful passion
And ... Snorts!