The Lullaby of the Plains

The cow lows to her baby as night falls A cricket gaily chirps there is nothing wrong A little frog croaks as I walk by the stream A whip-poor-will calls from a near by grove of trees A screech of the eagle as he balances on the wind The yip yip of the kit foxes as they play by their den The cooing of the dove as it calls to it’s mate The beller of the bull as he declares his space The grunting of a mare as she gives her colt a bath The thumping of a rabbit as he crosses my path The rattle of a snake warning he is close by The hoot hoot-hoot of a skunk says he’s nigh The call of the red winged black bird as he settles on the reeds While the blue jay called me a thief, as from my garden he gets his seeds Mr. Owl brought a smile as he said hello For you see we have spoken before The chatter of the squirrel as he scampers through the trees As the wind gently rattles it’s leaves. The bark bark of the prairie dog as he bobs up and down The splash of the raindrops is a soothing sound The rustle of the brush as the quail pass The kill deer tries to tempt me away from his nest. The call of the coyote begging for the moon And from a near by lake the call of a loon With a tear in my eye I thank the Lord once again That He has given me one more night to enjoy the Lullaby of the Plains.