Blanket of diva fireflies… celebration of Summer Dusk… silently
dancing… their flashy dance… syncopated rhythm… six inches
above… the bobbing heads… of too tall grass… twinkling… twirling...
ebbing… flowing… ‘til Mr. Moon shows up… and tries to wreck this party...
but it ain’t over… cuz the crickets… always in the mood to
jam… bust out with that sweet percussion… while... cicadas come in
softly… then crest... then moan... those serious background
vocals… the alley cats howl a funky refrain… and the night owls
work the chorus…
seducing me to join…
but…
since I’m…
not flashy… not rhythmic… can’t howl… and don’t moan…
I just bring some sweet tea… lie in the too tall grass…
and enjoy the show...
Come Too Far To Turn Back Now
Carla Marie 2012
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
Blanket of diva fireflies… celebration of Summer Dusk… silently
dancing… their flashy dance… syncopated rhythm… six inches
above… the bobbing heads… of too tall grass… twinkling… twirling...
ebbing… flowing… ‘til Mr. Moon shows up… and tries to wreck this party...
but it ain’t over… cuz the crickets… always in the mood to
jam… bust out with that sweet percussion… while... cicadas come in
softly… then crest... then moan... those serious background
vocals… the alley cats howl a funky refrain… and the night owls
work the chorus…
seducing me to join…
but…
since I’m…
not flashy… not rhythmic… can’t howl… and don’t moan…
I just bring some sweet tea… lie in the too tall grass…
and enjoy the show...
Come Too Far To Turn Back Now
Carla Marie 2012
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