A sprawling circus tent of stars
one wide expanse to which there is no end
Is there life out there?
Ask the night that question
and darkness answers back
with the the rolling crunch of a railroad car
Unseen crickets screech,
dogs bark,
wind shakes the branches,
a barn owl complains
of fireflies that flee his bite,
sodden grass breathes,
rising fog rains rivers of mist
and ponds come alive
with the riotous music of frogs
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