Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
They Warn Them With Their Voices are those cicadas tymbals rapid clicking turns to hum are those toads or frogs croaks bouncing in cooler night air a neighbor’s screen door swishes open one big, two small dogs are let out three deep woofs fast tonight’s songs cease a professor enters a chattering class they must be afraid of this beast