in stereo
the wind shifts and
the tree frogs
are talking
to each other
warning of storm
and change
in a musical portent
of danger
i sit in this
spot
listening
shooters shooting
down at the gun club
neighbors mowing
fast-growing lawns
robins singing songs
of babies and love
youngsters driving by
too fast
sounds blowing by
on a breeze
bent on taking
and
the tree frogs
are talking
to each other
.
.
.
April 28th, 2017 at 3:09 am
a good, old friend obtained his doctorate studying frogs, and has searched in rainforests the world over in study.
I wish my sons could hear a chorus ~
May 1st, 2017 at 12:40 am
I am so reminded of the last place I lived which was next to a green area, a sort of preserve, that had an abundance of frogs and loved listening to their song.