SOUTHERN SUMMER'S EVENING

The sun is setting 'hind the trees
  there's just the slightest hint of breeze
  the heat of day is finally passed
  this moment won't for too long last

Neighbor's grill is starting up
  they're having company to sup
  won't be long before the flavor
  of hamburgers they'll get to savor

A pair of doves I often see
  just lit for night in our pine tree
  don't even have to wait too long
  before they start their cooing song

Lightning bugs begin their flash
  and from the pond there comes a splash
  the bullfrogs start their old base song
  and bid tree peepers "sing along"

The suns now left behind red sky
  as darkness quickly becomes nigh
  the whippoorwill sings out its name
  in just three notes, always the same

A barred owl calls "who cooks for you?"
  declaring that the evenings through
  the bain of summer nights buzz by
  straight to a zapper(it'll fry)

Lets finish up our evening drink
  its time to go inside, I think
  the twilight has turned into dark
  I hear a far off 'coon dog bark

We stand as one, I turn and say
  "a perfect end to summer's day"