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I hear not shouts in the hot molasses hours of darkness

But the soft murmur of cats copulating in the shadows

Echoes of soft meows and mews on heated air waves

Careening off light poles on darkened street corners

Layers of oppressive august air wafted in the nocturne

Awakened finally from the madness of summer sleep

By angry howls of dogs belligerent in the distance.