Cemetery

There is a skinny sand tall tree infront of me.
To my right, there is an even taller and emptier tree.
To my left is a short and fat and full tree.
Behind me is a tall trunk and lots of branches.
Three parrots are on the trunk tree with lots of branches. They squawk to nothingness, claiming their territory.
Three more parrots come and claim the tall tree with lots of branches to be their own. They fight and squawk and chase them around and around.
The original three come back to the tall trunk with branches, with enlarged egos and profound satisfaction. The squawking to nothingness continues.

The finches travel back and forth from the tall skinny tree in front of me and the even taller emptier tree to my right.
One finch whistles a tune, one other whistles one back, slightly lower in pitch, and then the first finch whistles the tune at the original pitch once again.
There is laughter and conversation amongst the audience of finches.
"Encore! Encore!"
The first whistles a different tune in an incredibly high pitch, followed by a slightly lower tune whistled by his partner, and the lowest of tunes whistled by the first.
Chatter erupts, praise and excitement for the symphony.
"Encore! Encore!"
Eventually, after many different tunes and pitches are practiced, the two musicians go back to the very beginning, and play the whole piece nonstop, with perfect pitch and tune throughout.
This excites the audience beyond belief. They give a round of applause, a standing ovation, jump for joy and praise the artists.
Then they return home, satisfied, for they got their money's worth.

My grandma always loved the Nutcracker more than anything.
I'm glad she still gets to listen to it.

-Beaskie