Desert Concerts Poem by Juan Olivarez

When the sun goes down,
There's a hoot of an owl.
And far from town,
The coyotes howl.

Voices of the night,
Raised in harmony.
In the hills out of sight,
Singing wild and free.

In the Mojave sands,
There's concerts at night.
Permeating the land,
Till dawn's early light.

You won't need to buy tickets,
The concerts are free.
From deep down in the thickets,
Till with morning they flee.

12/8/10 Alton Texas