Treasure Island

Franklin P. Adams

(15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

A Soft Susurrus


A soft susurrus in the night,
A song whose singer is unseen-
'Twere poetry itself to write
'A soft susurrus in the night!'
I know, as those mosquitos bite,
That I forgot to fix that screen,
'A soft susurrus in the night!'
A song whose singer is unseen.

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 30, 2012

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