in the country,
the crickets spew their warm melody,
singing the air to life.
you can sense it.
the mosquitoes, the deer,
the great horned owls.
all spiraling and twitching
in their nocturnal cacophony
in the suburbs,
the grating sound of a skateboard
shudders across the pavement,
and the sound of teenage boys
shouting through the stifling night air
drifts up through the skewed window,
slightly ...