Natures Band

It's very cleer out tonight.
Crickets string their violins.
The feeling is so right,
as natures band begins.
A Whipperwill plays her flute.
She blows soft, and solo.
On her limb she salutes,
joining in with the flow.
I hear a Hoot Owl playing base.
He slowly begins to blend in.
Keeping such a good pace,
awaiting the others to begin.
The Locust start singing saprano.
They fit in so grand.
During my evening stroll,
listening to natures band.

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