Katy-dids rasping noisy across from the cemetary in the cool,  foxes howl for hours from  gravel stoops in front of their burrows,  barn owls screech into the window from their tree perches…half dozen young coon romp about the legs of deer meandering in the fog, crows call, 2 bronze turkey heads sinking down to the river through the rhodadendron, a red sedan in flames on the hairpin turn to Fischer, a pair of spotted fawns with their mom along the interstate.
Hounddog Taylor