Leather wings flapping <br />And the crickets chirp, <br />As another day slowly dies <br />Doves coo their squeekers to sleep. <br /> <br />The wind gently rustles the leaves <br />A dog barks somewhere on the next block <br />Frogs and toads tuning up <br />For the evening concert. <br /> <br />Far off thunder follows <br />The primary flash of lightning <br />Gentle rain beats a tap <br />On the sheds tin roof. <br /> <br />The wind moans gently like <br />A lover lost in the throes of ecstasy <br />And the tap tap <br />Turns suddenly into a drum line. <br /> <br />The twilight has faded <br />Only darkness remains. <br />And the twilight sounds <br />Are drummed out, by the rain. <br /> <br />5/31/14 <br />ALTON TEXAS<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-in-the-twilight/
