As sunshine falls on lawn freshly mowed,

As a black-winged cacophony flows,

In single file, turkeys run wild.

As black bears sniff in wood never yield,

As cockleburs and thorns become shield,

In single file, nut trees compile.

Sunbeams pierce a walnut canopy,

Hammocks swing, a call for entropy,

In single file, ants are reviled.

Cawing crows strut across a lawn,

A worker’s hand stifles a yawn.

In single file, geese are styled.

Three hundred trees, ground concealed,

There are no crows in the walnut field.

In single file, the trees exile.