Night this time is deserted backyard
With moon pale and listless in trees
And a dog somewhere seems in pain,
Stomach hard with a day’s leftovers.

Night music takes in account cricket,
The dog’s howl in snout raising pain,
A pale moon at someone’s backyard
But not a rope on well acting a snake.

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