As catidids and blue bottle flies hum a tune
In the absolute silver silence
Of a sweltering hot summer afternoon
When shimmering illusions of cool water
Invitingly rests beneath each crest
As air conditioned autos
Commit wholesale slaughter
Any hapless and reckless choir member
Who  wanders into the destiny prescribed
For such ilk who will
Sooner or later
Become morbid decorative trophies of a radiator
Still the silver silence
Echos with the ever present song
Of the singer's who dwell beneath the trees
Awaiting the respite of late evening shadows
When all creatures welcome the cool of night
But nighthawks and bats also wait
As they
like us all
Become drawn into the light.
So amazing that the song will grow
To the intensity I sit and listen to
In the.starlit show of a summer night.