Frogs, Toads, And Crickets Poem by Charles Hancock

It's another routine August night
A bit muggy with little or no wind
Glad the moon is shining bright
And nature's melody doesn't end

The frogs, toads, and crickets
Are all singing in their glory
Listen for free; buy no tickets
For their very pleasing auditory

Sitting outside with a cold drink
And my bride is doing the same
Can't help but smile and think
Wow! she took my last name

Watch a barn cat suddenly lurch
And skedaddle into the corn field
What will be the fruit of its search
Suspect a mouse became revealed

Adore our rural lair after dark
Living and loving the simple life
Another fine evening to bookmark
With my angelic country-girl wife