Hole In The Hedgerow

The time the crickets come out

Chirping in the dark from somewhere unseen

Their violin legs ring out of the shadows

Then cicadas call and the frogs they chirp

The birds will sing come morning just before light

In the dark the sounds they shout
Calling out to the night

The fireflies with their lighthouse beacons

Fearing the coming dawn’s light
They wink at me and glow and fade slow

The shouts reach my sleepless ears

They’re calls for all that’s near

Though they speak a language I do not their calling I can hear

I call into the dark with them through the night

To be heard by a sleepless ear

Or seen by a tired eye

Fearing the coming dawn’s light

I call out into the night