A WOODLAND CONCERTO: VIVALDI, LIVE, IN THE FOREST

(watching the mice and moles drink bluebell juice!)

Way up in the woods today

I heard a party underway.

With music blasting from the trees

A sort of flash mob if you please.

I had to listen carefully,

The birdsong struck me as jazzy.

But that was just the overture,

There came a silence, a thrilled murmur,

Before a famous melody,

Floated from a huge oak tree

And an orchestra of birds

Left me at a loss for words!

I soon recognized this tune

Embellishing my afternoon,

So, I sat down upon a log

To listen carefully with my dog.

The Four Seasons floated through the air,

The part for spring, that lively affair,

Sung by sparrows, finches, hawks,

With blackbirds showing off, of course.

These stars trilled through the solo parts,

And stamped a smile upon my heart.

Soon the entire forest came alive,

With not a single life deprived.

Woodpeckers pecked the percussions,

While rabbits danced and shook their bums.

Young foxes gambolled around with glee,

Their parents sipped dandelion tea.

A group of deer went all doe-eyed,

While a hedgehog literally cried!

Delighted bees played hide and seek

And circus squirrels climbed and leaped.

Mice and moles drank bluebell juice,

While badgers shared fresh forest fruit.

When this enchanting concert stopped

You could have heard a pinecone drop,

Before rapturous applause

Erupted from hundreds of paws.

Then all the birds twirled through the trees

And celebrated Vivaldi.

What better way to welcome spring

Than with the joy this refrain brings!

I’m sure the birds will have a go

At The Four Seasons next concerto.

When summer comes, I’ll be up there

As Antonio’s tunes dance through the air.

My poetry book, ILLCIT CROISSANTS AT DAWN, will be available very very soon, and look how gorgeous the cover my daughter Olivia Bossert designed is!!!

©Francesca Bossert, 2025