A Cowboy’s Lullaby by Eric Ode

The wolf on the hill as he cries to the moon,
the cricket who chirps with a sweet, simple tune,
the snap of the campfire that’s keeping me warm,
the thunder and roll of a far-distant storm.

The whispering wind as it rustles the trees,
the babbling stream as it runs to the seas,
the hoot of the owl and the croak of the frog,
the soft, steady snore of my old faithful dog.

When darkness has come and the stars are in sight,
I love all the sounds that I hear in the night.
I love every crackle, each rattle and peep—
but not all at once when I’m trying to sleep!