I Hear the Peepers Tonight August 17, 2020

I hear the peepers tonight, and the little green frogs that hide in the grass, and the groggy frogs from the flat topped roofs across the street.

In the trees between the Main Street houses and the Union Street houses I hear many chattering insects. It sounds as if the treetops may be being used as pillows by an invisible giant. While he may not be seen, he can certainly be heard.

He is snoring, and the sound is berated through The treetops.

I don't know if it's different species of cicadas, or different sexes, but one group is the murmuring breath in, and then I hear the buzzing exhale that finally peters out. The quiet mumble again, and the loud breathy buzz.
It may be that there are other insects - grasshoppers, katydids, mantises - that I no longer recognize easily.

Bats are zipping and dipping around, as fast as a blink. Black Shadow's against an orange sky. Occasionally two will dance together for a moment before vanishing.

Yes, nightfall is a joy to the ears and a discovery for eyes kept too-inside by heat and humidity. It is nice to sit outside and watch the day fade away.

But as the light darkens, the biters are coming out. No wonder the bats are batting around! The biting bugs like me too well, although I've yet to decide if I'm dessert or The main course! They like me too well, for whatever reason. And I retreat into my refuge and try to share this peace with you.