A song filtered down to me from the sky. Birds were singing all around me. Cats meowed so beautifully. Dingoes foot steps on the ground made beats. Elephants trumpeted their horns. Flamingoes flapped their wings. Galloping horses ran aloof. Howls came from the coyotes. Imposing figures all around, making the sounds heighten. Joined all together the pack came. Kangaroos were the next to come along, their hops made the base of the music.
Loving the sound I sat back afraid of what was next. More came. Now I knew that it was a piece of music. Orchestra I thought to my self. People couldn’t even compare to this. Quietly now it was, then suddenly it came to its crescendo. Rustled leaves went by. Still the music went on. Though I was afraid of them all, they soothed me.
Usurped by the night’s sound, I was so still. Voices raised in harmony, including my own. When it came to an end now I searched the night. Xylography was on the wood; it was unreadable. Yielded, the sounds did and then I woke.
Zoos are fun, but camping out in the wilderness in Africa is priceless.
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