A cacophonous flock of chimney swifts emerges from dry, rustling corn.
The sun hides behind wild grasses.
Chimney swifts block the evening's chilled, sun-forsaken sky October sky.
Autumn's hollow cornstalks stand guard over their fading empire.
The gibbous moon hides behind fall's yellow-green birches.
They say pirates still roam the high seas of Lake Michigan in search of bounty
The moon awaits its evening promenade high above swaying oaks.
Clouds reach over wiry trees.
