Tree frogs sing under a full moon,
like a high-pitched purring cat,
Working late, windows open,
Ceiling fan spins above,
Mockingbirds add their song,
Pretending to be nightingales,
A dog barks,
An owl awakes,
Hooting in the dark.
cfblack 04-13-2014
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April 18, 2018 at 1:08 am |
❤ nicely written
Hey, Do check out my poetry. A word of advice from you will be highly valued. 🙂