| When I lived in Barbados The tropical nights were special Alive with the sounds Of frogs everywhere. The frogs were nocturnal creatures and would start Chirping loudly at sunset/ And keep it up Until sunrise When they would sleep The day away. But sadly sometimes You would hear A squishy sound Of a driver running over a frog in the road as the frogs were everywhere. There were other strange Nighttime sounds as well Fruit bats whizzing by overhead barely making a whisper mosquitos buzzing about And owls hooting You would hear The sounds of drinkers Speaking bajan (local patois) Drinking rum in rum shops. And listening to the latest soca hits (Bajan Reggae music) on the juke box or sweat pan (steel drum) music on the beach front bars. It was always night season in Barbados. Please write a story or poem that has the title: "Night Season" Also, please select "Nature" as one of your genre |