Sounds In The Twilight - Poem by Juan Olivarez
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.
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