The Backyard Orchestra

The night air is quiet and damp,
The end of a day but the rebirth of dark nirvana,
A woodpecker beats the bark of a tree like a Musical Conductor gaining the attention of his band,
The full moon shines it's light down on the cool grass.
The stage is ready.
All at once crickets play their song like organized violinists,
CHIRP CHIRP...CHIRP CHIRP
Gracefully an owl takes perch on a low tree branch scanning for its audience,
She lets out low hoots singing with crickets.
HOOO...HOOO
Following the beat of the woodpecker, the avian opera singer stands tall.
Mother Nature steps down as Zeus himself plays the Bass drum in the rumble of distant storms,
The thunder echoed out into the night, dissipating like a ripple in water.
A single toad hops out to stage right,
Bringing with it is a new sound that joins the others with its high pitch,
Ribbit. RIBBIT. Ribbit
The forest is alive with the sound of music,
But suddenly,
Silence.
A silver Deer walks through the stage,
The orchestra, the storm, the very world seemed to stand still,
As the deer walked past with the grace and posture of a ballerina;
The stars seemed to stare in awe.
The gentle beast walks off stage and all was quiet.
The night turns into dawn.
And the rising sun brought with it,
The end of the Musical.