In the fullness of the evening, as the light begins to fade.
My senses are ignited, by the pageantry displayed.
Alerted by me presence, with an urgent need to flee,
a squirrel creates at random its own highway through the trees.
In the tall grass, in the timber,across the field, or down the road, I pick a singe fire fly to see just where it goes.
With the darkness comes a chorus, from what seems is all around, incessantly the crickets chirp to fill the night with sound.
the tree frogs croak from up above but stop as I draw near.
And that sound in the distance is the highway that I hear.
An owl shrieks from the darkness with a daunting eerie cry,While another joins abruptly, and achieves complete surprise.
Coyotes yipping in the woods, or perhaps the field below, Provoke a lonesome howling from a dog just down the road.
The stars and moon illuminate the canvas of the night.
A tapestry not visible beneath the city lights.

Darrell Alan Logan 2004