The silvery disk of the moon shining over so brightly
The bats are flying
The mosquitoes are humming
The crickets are moving about
A meteor streaking across the sky
Leaving a fiery trail
The bats whistling to catch their prey
The mosquitoes are trying to break through
The repellant spray
The crickets are chirping
My wife and I finally leaving all of nature
To sing to the God on High
By: Robert Mc Afee
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