Night Music

When I lived in Barbados
The tropical nights were special
Alive with the sounds
Of frogs everywhere.

The frogs were
nocturnal creatures
and would start
Chirping loudly at sunset/

And keep it up
Until sunrise
When they would sleep
The day away.

But sadly sometimes
You would hear

A squishy sound
Of a driver running
over a frog in the road
as the frogs were everywhere.

There were other strange
Nighttime sounds as well
Fruit bats whizzing by overhead
barely making a whisper

mosquitos buzzing about
And owls hooting

You would hear
The sounds of drinkers

Speaking bajan (local patois)
Drinking rum in rum shops.

And listening to the latest
soca hits (Bajan Reggae music)

on the juke box
or sweat pan (steel drum) music
on the beach front bars.

It was always night season
in Barbados.

 Please write a story or poem that has the title:

"Night Season"

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