Wait Till Dark
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Juan Olivarez
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Wait till dark, when the moon is low,
And the bats start flying around.
When the western wind begins to blow,
With a softly moaning sound.
That is the best time of the night,
When the heat has passed away.
And the rising moon is the only light,
And the stars come out to play.
Fireflies are flying all around,
And the night hawks scream above.
Cottontails scurry on the sandy ground,
In the Mojave which I love.
Coyotes howl, in the hills far away,
At the slowly rising moon.
All night long till the early day,
Which always comes, way too soon.
12/15/10 Alton Texas
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