It's late summer
Evenings are hot
Hard to sleep
Windows are open
Crickets loudly chirp
Then silence
All is calm -
Yapping and yelping
Break the serenity
Growing in intensity
Growing in numbers
The coyotes* call
Gathering all together
To join in
The evening's hunt -
The first call
Of the year
Loudly announcing
The coming of Fall.....
*a wolflike wild dog native to North America.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem