Thoughts on the Swing

A Sweet Little Bug

The night sky silence
Rings a cacophony 
Calls for territory 
Calls for attention 

Yet in this jagged noise
Of common insects
And sanguine frogs
A song emerges 

It cuts through the din
I hope as I weep
A sweet little bug
Sings me to sleep

For my dear little bug
Misha   June 12, 2020
Love Papa

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