• When alls asleep and not even a soul is awake there's an umbelevible display outside. Now how does it start? A symphony of crickets play a song that lures the slugs and snails out of there hiding places. They tap tap tap on rocks and pebbles or sometimes on there own shells. Frogs hop out of the ponds and join with croaking song. The flowers fly into the air in flower fairies. They dance across the star filled sky with grace and as dainty as one can be. Fish jump up and splash into the water, plop plop plop. A swan sings it's beutifull song and becomes in unicen with the frogs. Rabbits thump thump thump on the ground and pebles clatter click clack click clack. The mice twirl and spin and perform there ballet all over the place. The owls hoot with curiosity. Bats streak across the sky wile screeching marily as they fly. Fire flys shine there lights in strobe on the performers. But when dawn breaks every one runs into hiding again. But at dawn birds sing there morning melodys for me as I lay in bed waking from a good nights sleep.