end of summer

nature | poems

crickets converge echoing
an ecological convention
as if an intervention
click through grass and weed
a brassy sounding tempo
another night to tempt
rose over the compartment
in a racket
discreetly crackle
thighs rub looking for grub
ingesting flys bugs
nightly mayhem
to send a message
little insects interject their interest
under the plunder of
moon filled wonder
at the end of summer.

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