It was nice.
The wind chime sounded like it was trying to play a song. Each chime singing it's own note, letting it ring out as long as possible. And as if the wind reached down to turn up the volume, a new chime would sing out louder and longer. Together, they took turns at the melody, letting the wind decide who would sing next.
The birds acted as if they liked the song, so they sang along. Each with their own interpretation of the tune. A twee! twee! here and there added to the amateur orchestra.
And then a new sound joined in. I could feel it on my stomach. *Hiccup!* One of the babies started hiccuping, as if keeping rhythm for the song. *Hiccup! Hiccup!* It increased, quickening with each bar. In almost a domino effect, the next one started going and the next. Three little bunnies, blissfully dreaming about whatever their little minds are capable of, hiccuping. One after the other. As the three slid down and into the sides of my jacket, I could feel the alternating beats. Left, right, left, right. Still keeping time.
Keeping time to the rhythm of the wind and the birds. The sun as the spotlight for the magnificent symphony.
