Ya'll think I'm making this stuff up...

If you are a regular here, you know these have been cropping up everywhere in the area. Look back to a previous post for more details.

Well, I found another one. I don't know what to call it, some sort of installation. Maybe I am just paranoid. Are they watching, listening, trying to tighten the net on us night screamers?

Look at the picture closely. In the background, blended with the brush you see a back up installation. Back up means serious business to this old boy, at least it does on the cop shows.

I snuck up to this thing, approached it on it's blind side and carefully, quietly placed my ear to the opening. I could hear a steady whistling noise. I listen for a while and the noise never changes. Then I remembered, oh yeah, I play in a band with Larry. I hear that noise all the time, I just forget about it sometimes. So this thought made me write a poem and this is a first, I don't think my poetry has ever appeared in these pages. Maybe you will see more, but here it is:

Larry, you little wild thing,
You make my ears ring,
You make everything:
Noisy.