The cricket choir crooned in the day; the soloist sawed, the soprano scatted. As daybreak neared, the tempo increased to a frenzy. Then a hush fell on humid air as the chorus began to depart until a lone cricket sang in the sunrise.
Tweeners on skateboards sail by on the sidewalks shouting and racing the summer.
Sparrow subteens soar onto the fence, scouting for seed and singing their success. Soon one by one, a crowd gathers. They swoop onto the railing below. Then full of bravado, they hop onto the ground. The others join the brave ones until a change in the wind sends them all flying.
The neighbor mows and edges her lawn, the best one in the complex. The other neighbor talks loudly under my window; her son interjecting when he can.
Later, Dude.
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