Save It for the Intermission

A bird's tree top serenade,

the breeze moving through the pines,

butterflies dancing to the forest beat...

My reverie interrupted by

the acrid smell of a smudge pot fire,

rubber tires screaming against pavement,

cell phones ringing & emails pinging.

HUSH!

Ushers please remove these intrusions

so I can enjoy my front row seat
to nature's concert

without further ado.

(orig. poem by Casey)