Twighlight bids adui ,
Nine p.m. in the distance my ears distantly hear,
Crows bid goodnight,
Robins tucked in the hollow of the nape of their trees,
The white doves of Quasqueton Iowa right wing tucked over their life partners shoulders,
The sparrows chirp night love,
The racoon’s prowl,
The owl stands guard pouched in his shift has started ,
The only night sounds heard in Sawyer County old bull frogs and crickets chirping their serenades,
Who,who,
Chirps,chirp,
Burrup,Burrup!
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