The Lullaby of the Plains
The cow lows to her baby as night falls
A cricket gaily chirps there is nothing wrong
A little frog croaks as I walk by the stream
A whip-poor-will calls from a near by grove of trees
A screech of the eagle as he balances on the wind
The yip yip of the kit foxes as they play by their den
The cooing of the dove as it calls to it’s mate
The beller of the bull as he declares his space
The grunting of a mare as she gives her colt a bath
The thumping of a rabbit as he crosses my path
The rattle of a snake warning he is close by
The hoot hoot-hoot of a skunk says he’s nigh
The call of the red winged black bird as he settles on the reeds
While the blue jay called me a thief, as from my garden he gets his seeds
Mr. Owl brought a smile as he said hello
For you see we have spoken before
The chatter of the squirrel as he scampers through the trees
As the wind gently rattles it’s leaves.
The bark bark of the prairie dog as he bobs up and down
The splash of the raindrops is a soothing sound
The rustle of the brush as the quail pass
The kill deer tries to tempt me away from his nest.
The call of the coyote begging for the moon
And from a near by lake the call of a loon
With a tear in my eye I thank the Lord once again
That He has given me one more night to enjoy the Lullaby of the Plains.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2008
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