A Song

there are crickets
singing a sweet august song
before quieting upon
the rise of the morning sun

mixing in with humming
squeals of an empty stomach
and a child's heavy breath
adds the final touch

faintly in the background
there is another
she sings along awakening
the rise of the morning sun

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 08/16/2010 at 5:38 am est, edited 6:04 am est