NINE – LISTENING POST (MIDNIGHT)Jungle insects and other nocturnal creatures resumed playing their exotic music. The earlier infiltration of their habitat no longer posed a threat; it was safe again to seek out mates. Their activity and sound provided a calming effect on those humans nearby in the Listening Post.
Polack suddenly stiffened, turned his head slightly and tried to focus in the darkness. Listening intently, he waited for the specific sound to repeat itself. The symphony continued at full tilt; crickets and monkeys seemingly making the most noise. He heard the faint fluttering of a bird overhead as it flitted from tree to tree. Then, all at once, the bird called out in the darkness, “REEEE-UP... REEEE-UP... REEEE-UP”. It sounded like the deep baritone croak of a frog – nothing
