hillside lullaby

in-between
sips of bedtime tea
I hear the frogs
hum slowly
whole notes
becoming
of their fat bodies

while overhead
flocks of geese sing
in flight
to the night
confusing a rooster
he crows
waking the hounds
down the road
simple verse
they bark
at the dark

and as if on cue
the lazy cows moo
right in tune
with the evenings moon
conducting
the animal choir