Through the grass

Early: tymbals droned. (My bug buddy is back said your youngest dog hopping.)(A little jealous here said your youngest cat from windowsill.)(Misidentified once again said his sister.)(Annual but not a dog day ruminated your oldest cat from chair in sun.)(swmp texted your younger cat.)(We think his sounds clinch the species whispered your canaries.) You hung suet, feeders, orange halves; brought mealworms, water, fresh nectar. You steeped tea, worked. (Doesn’t anyone else here have pressing concerns said your younger dog from under euonymus.)(Nourishing souls echoed your oldest dog.) Cicada moon thrums bass notes before rising.