Under the glow of the spotty-faced moon,
a plough, a small bear and an orangey Venus,
ascends the percussion of wheels on a track
as grasshoppers fiddle away on their wings.
A chorus of herons shoots up in the air,
then a terrier belts out a howling lament.
The train-horn crescendoes, first high and then low,
before the percussion trails off in the night.
Reflected in water and rising and falling,
the trees on the opposite side of the lake
look like soundwaves.