Hot Summer Night

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 20, 2018 

Crickets 
sounding their
enchanting 
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling 
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony 
tuned to
perfection.

 

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