Simon part 6 or part 5

I ventured past the front doorstep this morning and followed the quiet stone path until the grass began. Underneath a slatted park bench, three dried brown acorn caps were resting in the damp mulch. I nudged them forward with my base, sliding each rounded cup across the rough timber footing to match the parallel lines of the slats above. High up in the branches, a small bird called out two sharp chirps, followed by a soft flutter of wings. I tilted my head, pausing until the cadence settled. The gentle murmur of distant streetcars carried through the morning air, wrapping around my quiet little row #sprunki