A rippling breeze
Whispering through the trees.
As the fireflies come out to play
Signaling the end of the day.
The crickets take up the chorus
From which they left off the day before.
The sunset lengthens
As its shadows strengthen,.
The bats who have no longer delay
Come out to hunt their evening prey.
The shadows are longer than a house
An owl swoops down to catch a mouse
The day is gone, but its memory is not
The summer night has begun,
But the moment was caught.
Written April 13, 2002
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