crickets rub their raspy knees
quiet of the night
Something is up. I haven't heard a chicken crow, cluck or even belch for the longest time. They were in the grass this afternoon when I walked down to the road to bring the trash can back to the house.
Did you know the sight of something, or what something looks like is the most frequently written about sense? The second most frequently written about sense is sound. For your poem today, can you write about the sound of something? As I'm sitting here writing, I can hear my tea kettle boiling, my clock ticking, my refrigerator humming and my computer keyboard keys clicking. What do you hear? I hope you have fun writing about it.
You deserve to be happy. Make it so.