Sounds In The Twilight

Leather wings flapping And the crickets chirp, As another day slowly dies Doves coo their squeekers to sleep. The wind gently rustles the leaves A dog barks somewhere on the next block Frogs and toads tuning up For the evening concert. Far off thunder follows The primary flash of lightning Gentle rain beats a tap On the sheds tin roof. The wind moans gently like A lover lost in the throes of ecstasy And the tap tap Turns suddenly into a drum line. The twilight has faded Only darkness remains. And the twilight sounds Are drummed out, by the rain. 5/31/14 ALTON TEXAS