This is something I wrote a bit ago, and I think I may have inadvertently stumbled (and stepped on) the metrics...
Sweating for the last few hours, trying not to think about the heat index
It's just gonna smother me!
Don't move, and listen.
Scratching, skittering, peeping, hooting,
peeping, yowling, chirping.
All those creatures adapt and sing
in shade they are a'lurking
Nighttime comes with a blessed sigh
and Boogie goes a'prowling
"Out of my Garden!", I exclaim,
when I hear no "peeps" or Yowling.
"That's yer Garden over there, and this is mine," I said!
yer not to go and mess up mine when that's your messy bed!
The frogs and lizards are my friends, I'll not put up with roughness!
Terrier's in yer blood, I know.
Over There to prove yer toughness!
Jeannie Elliott