Night drops down with usual clam.
The peaceful night birds cry.
The whippoorwill reiterates song,
Natures own sweet lullaby.
An owl hoots, from his lofty perch,
A hungry coyote whines,
Nocturnal animals in search,
Make chills go up one’s spine.
The Old Moon rises o’er the hill
Sends shadows every where,
Seems aid to night folks, greatly skilled,
On land and in the air.
A Pine Snake slithers towards a frog.
The lightning bugs are blinkin’,
Somewhere the baying o a dog,
The hungry coyotes slink in.
Tis night time, and it’s summer,
In Wisconsin state so fair,
Most flowers closed in slumber,
Evening breezes cool the air.
Sleepy rivers keep on travelin’
Babbling o’er rocks, big and small,
Never seems to quit unravelin’,
Causes wonder for us all.
December 9, 1964
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