Sky-Watcher, Night-Listener
The sky is a sprawling circus tent of stars
Ask the night your questions
and the darkness talks back:
unseen crickets screech,
the rolling crunch of a railroad car resounds,
dogs bark,
wind shakes the branches,
a barn owl complains of fireflies fleeing his bite,
the sodden grass breathes,
the rising fog rains rivers of mist
over ponds alive with the riotous music of frogs
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