tambourine-like

 

the frogs in the abandoned beaver swamp
punctuate the otherwise thick silence of saturday morning with their
croaking

i am surprised and pleased when the glass jar half full of quarters nickels and dimes in the passenger door frame (pressed up against the car speaker)
jangles (tambourine-like)
exactly on
beat with the blasting music (bluegrass) as I drive down rt 20 east in the dark