The silhoutte of the red dirt hills
On the twilight sky
The chirping of unfamiliar bugs
In the symphonic sounds of nature
The whining buzz of familiar insects
That feed off unsuspecting beings
In the process of life
The reds, pinks and blues paint the sky
On natures canvas
Nature's natural beauties I enjoy at twilight
In my back yard
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