I wait in the cover
Of The Night
For my vision to gaze
Upon the sunrise
That's slowly materializing
Beyond the darkness
Of the horizon's east.

A lone mosquito
Torments my every thought
As it continuously
Buzzes around my ears
My hands shoos at empty air.

The croaking of frogs continue
In The Night
It's hot and Muggy
The bull frogs burp
Thier bass mating calls
Which is dull and deep
As it slices through
The silence Of The Night.

Birds are waking up
Chirp here, chirp there
As they sense the changing colors
Along the eastern sky.

An owl stealthily
Swoons down on a rodent
I see a little tail wiggling
Between it's talons
As he took flight
I fear to imagine
What slithers on the grass.

Or which venomous arachnid
Is the master, of that huge web
Where a moth struggles
For it's freedom
Not knowing
That it is contributing
To it's own death.


By: William Bonilla
04/20/05