Pieces of sunlight
indiscriminately scattered
amid dapples green
change places with
latticed shadows
of emerging silence
broken only by
cheerful bird's song
and gently rustling leaves,
musical mornings companion.
The flaming muscle car
screaming, lurches to a stop
nose diving, breaking hard
a deep throated mechanical bark
shatters stillness,
belching tail pipes thunder
as it leaps forward, tires squealing
the assault splits the air
chopping stillness to pieces.
And after while the birds sing
and the grass is still green.
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