Here a pitter there a patter
all swallows have scattered
hid as squirrels did and
then I almost  splattered this frog leaping
narrowly missed my footfall he did
grasshoppers cricket 
their back legs a mating calling

for the night a date so quaintly the
grass glitters on dew drop glittery moon lit  glows
slippery silver lazing up above the Pecan tree
ripe from the summer making
flows

the squirrels in this pittering
pattering drizzle
wait inside their nests
to get
one day
the
sun comes
out,
next.