O for Onomatopoeia

I endeavored to write a poem

Onomatopoeia in style and form

The sights and sounds of nature

And all of God’s amazing creatures

My day starts with cocks crowing

And the little birds endlessly chirping

With crows adding to bedlam by cawing

And tired husband happily snoring

I hear leaflets of paper flying

Soon the milkman's cycle is ringing

With the alert dogs barking

And the cows in the shed mooing

The kettle on the oven is whistling

With the kids to school crying

I'd catch for breath, heavily panting

And school bus repeatedly horning

 I grow mad with all the shouting

The croaking sound of frogs

A lovely-purring cat meowing

The parrots in cage talking

Butterflies in the garden fluttering

Noisy bees happily buzzing

Busy birds with wings flapping

Hungry puppies endlessly whining

Outside I see the roar of waterfall falling

The cool breeze gently whooshing

Yonder the waves on the rocks splashing

Yes, the sound of spring is already bubbling

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Written for Leo's Z to A Challenge for the month of November.

O for Onomatopoeia