Under the silvery light of the moon,
I heard the cry of a distant loon.
Closer by I detected the bark,
Of a lone coyote out in the dark.
The wild bobcat out on the prowl,
Stirred up the screeching of a midnight owl.
While crickets sang a happy refrain,
I heard the whistle of a nearby train.
Competing with the urgent siren whine,
Was the soft humming of the telephone lines.
And the trickling of a sleepy stream,
Lulled me fast into a friendly dream.