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In the basking warmth of the day Or the friendly coolness of night I hear the chorus from musicians Hidden in their habitations Away from plain sight A keen buzzing, rustling And rattling A long vibration that sounds like Prattling It's not useless chatter But an inviting call that will scatter Throughout the woods and hills Underneath the radiant infinity of sunshine Dancing in the wind Or in the mysterious moon lit darkness Unbounded and undisciplined The lively tenors awaken my senses A grandeur display that quickly dispenses Vigor and vitality Throughout my very bones Propelling my spirit upwards In a resonating tone
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
Summer Song
In the basking warmth of the day Or the friendly coolness of night I hear the chorus from musicians Hidden in their habitations Away from plain sight A keen buzzing, rustling And rattling A long vibration that sounds like Prattling It's not useless chatter But an inviting call that will scatter Throughout the woods and hills Underneath the radiant infinity of sunshine Dancing in the wind Or in the mysterious moon lit darkness Unbounded and undisciplined The lively tenors awaken my senses A grandeur display that quickly dispenses Vigor and vitality Throughout my very bones Propelling my spirit upwards In a resonating tone
#Cicadas #Katydids #Nature's call
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steven-cole
27/M/Pennsylvania
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
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