Is that time, right after the sun is finished with his half cycle on that deep blue sky, and is going to give light to the other half of the world. I am sitting on the picnic bench in front of the yard of my girlfriend's house, which by the way is one of the most beautiful houses in the neighborhood. In front of me lays a high hill covered by a thick forest, home of so many animals with a lot of wild activities. Behind me there is a big ancient maple tree, the witness of so many stories and people that lived around this little village. Above the picnic table lays down the most spoiled creature in the universe, and I mean that, our cat Haiku. Not far away from the place that I am sitting, there is a road that passes close by. In the meantime inside the house my girlfriend is practicing dancing. Suddenly I stop for a minute. The first seconds of that minute is total silence; and then after that, the ears start picking up the first sounds, starting with the loudest ones. And if you concentrate a lot, you can hear even the softest sound that nature offers you. .
The first thing I hear is the purring of the cat sleeping on the picnic table, prrr, prrr, prrr. Not far away there is a squirrel trying to break a nut with his sharp teeth, krrr, krrr, krrr. Suddenly he wakes up the cat, and she like always after wakening shakes her head, and you can hear the bells on her collar from a mile away, tirrririring, tirrririring, tirrririring. Further in the backyard at the neighbor's little pond, frogs are trying to show off by singing and fighting with each other. They want to impress their mates, as if it was America's idol for animals, with their essential erotic vocals, an important key in order to reproduce, au au au rribbit, au au au rribbit rribit. In the meantime in the sky two crows flying above are trying to show their own talent by screaming, crrau, crra, crrau, crra, crrau. A little breeze made the leaves from the maple tree move and create a soft harmonic sound; fshshshshshsh, fshshshshsh, feshfeshshsh.
