What is it about noise that sometimes will interrupt your sleep?
Three nights in a row, thunder rolled and roared for over an hour straight. No hyperbole. 60 minutes (or more) with less than five seconds between booms.
Was that what was keeping me awake?
Nope, it was the song.
The song that those males make.
Specifically made to attract females.
And being nocturnal critters, it was all night.
They are attracted to dampness.
Strike one, we’re close to a week of flood watch status (that is stretching the truth),
But it seems like forever.
Strike two, each of those critters sings a song.
To their friends inside.
And their friends outside.
Tomorrow, I will research to find out if there is anything that attracts them.
Or anything that will kindly entice them back outside.
Until then, another night of crickets rubbing their back legs together,
Singing that song,
So loudly that it interrupts my sleep!
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Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!
Each drop distinctly different.
Read, comment, read, comment,
Catch up, catch up, catch up,
A slicer’s work is never done!
Loud and rhythmic
Not just white noise.
Write, read, write, revise
Let it rest, let it brew
A writer’s work is never done!
Pounding, roaring, louder and louder
Mya crouching and hiding
Lightning has arrived.
No time to nap, relax
Or read for fun today
A PD presenter’s work is never done!
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