इन थे ब्लाच्केस्त ऑफ़ निघत; तह स्टील एंड ब्लैक ऑफ़ Night

The Still and Black of Night
by Susan Cameron-Honaker

In complete black of night, the air was still and soft. The sound;

clicking, snapping, of every small creature could be heard. The

low, kettle-drum sound of the large owls swung back and forth from

one unseen area to the other, yet, not so far from each other,

their deep musical drumming, echoing back, forth, one to the other.

Back and forth in rythym; the sound in all it's syncrhonized

musical including the sounds of the summer night of bull frogs,

small creatures, grasshoppers, and an assortment of insects

chirping from lower to higher notes in the woods and with those

closer by chirping in high rattles. A smaller owl chirps in, the

timing just in exact intervals, hooting with a high-tuned soprano

addition as to horray like a softer snare drum, the wondering beat

of the other larger owls. The orchestra of nature continues in a

rythymic beat with the prominence of the larger owls as a

conductor. As black as night, listening to this orchestra, and

gazing at the sky, every patch of celestial patch, and star, is

prominently displayed in its total array of vast magnificance. The

night was still, with the most spectactular and showy display and

epic tunes.