Counting Sheep

In Utah it was crickets,

their rhythmic chirps a

lullaby to backyard sleepouts.

 

In Virginia it was cicadas

sawing to a deafening

crescendo – the symphony to humidity.

 

In Washing it’s frogs,

their accordion hum echoing

from hidden marshy depths.

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