Hot Summer Night Poem by John Prophet

Hot Summer Night



Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bull frogs
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.

Hot Summer Night
Monday, August 20, 2018
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