I wrote this short little silly poem in December….
(Of course, this clearly describes only a pleasant winter’s evening. If it was summertime, the absence of a prominent feature of the approach of evening–the mosquitoes–would have been an egregious error.)A Florida Evening Black and shiny crow, Sitting on the fence, Eyes bright and bold, Looking at me. ****** Spanish moss barely waving, In the zepher’s gentle breathing, Soft sounds of subtle swishing, This is a Florida evening.