Moon Music

Late at night when the air is still
I hear the call of a whip-poor-will
The frogs sing a baritone song
I wish that I could sing along

An owl hoots in the pale moonlight
I hear an Eagle's cry in flight
The loon's sad call makes me weep
The night is alive! I cannot sleep

I snuggle in the blankets, my cocoon
I hear a wolf serenade the moon
I lie awake in dawn's gray light,
And 
listen to the harmonies of night

 

 

 

 

The End

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