by Leland B. Jacobs
When the sun has set
And night has come,
The insect chorus
Starts to hum.
And nothing else
Is there to hear,
But the insect voices
Soft and clear.
The insects hum
In sweet delight,
Singing their praises
Of the night.
Monday, September 27, 2010
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