Cicadas song buzzes loudly
Beneath the half moon.
Bait fish flicker quickly
While the stream flows slow.
Wind blows the trees more gently
In their creaking, wheezing whisper.

The owls watchful eyes gleam down.
Mice scurry beneath the fields cuttings.
Deer walk with their head up,
Tasting the air with their nose.

Night drones on,
The sun, asleep
It's lover, vigilant, and dutiful.