The cicadas pluck strings like harpists playing in hotel lobbies.
Frogs plunk down between the lily pads that gather in the pond.
A fat cat is fishing with her claws extended, and the early reds
are up-lit by the low-riding sun. The birds have yet to go; they
banter, lunging for night crawlers or mosquitoes. The crows rally
before leaving to scavenge. They hunger for blood like vampires.
The farmer has baled his last hay for the season, and the fields
are now clean-shaven. The crickets murmur like an audience
after the closing curtain. Then, the stage falls quiet and dark.
On a knoll,
dewdrops form a constellation of planets and stars.
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