The Sounds of Summer

I lay listening to the birds singing their evening songs. I can hear the frogs in the creek across the dirt road I live on. I think to myself, "I love living in the country! Just think of all the kids who can't sleep in a tent in their front yard."

Above the tent a bright moon drifts by, and the stars twinkle. I can hear the breathing of my sister in her sleeping bag beside me. She's fast asleep, just like I should be. I gaze up at the tent ceiling, and listen to the crickets nearby, chirping. Out of the darkness comes the loud, sudden song of a bird. I vaguely wonder why it's singing so late, as my eyelids grow heavy. I curl up against my sister as sleep overtakes me.