Lullaby

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Someone remind me of this poem in August when I'm (probably not literally) dying of heatstroke and wondering why anyone would ever want to live in the desert. Who cares about the heat? It's pretty
at nighttime.

Submitted: June 24, 2018

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Breeze ruffles paloverde branches,

Carrying the soft high-pitched squeaks of bats.

Coyotes yowl in the distances,

Nighthawks hum like purring cats.

 

Ground squirrels scurry to their burrows,

Woodpeckers rustle in saguaro nests.

Bobcats paw the hard dirt gently,

Cactus wrens swoop down to rest.

 

Javelinas grunt and snort,

Owls hoot a mournful cry.

Wind whispers through the ocotillos–

Sonoran Desert lullaby.


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