Saturday, July 15, 2017

Frog Music

As daylight settles
in the west,
twilight shimmers
over The Pond.
Lit wicks of candles
weave to and fro
in summers breeze.
The maestro
taps his baton
and the chorus begins.
The contralto leads
with her oorrraaah!
I of course join in
our voices echoing
through the garden.
Listening to our joy
the bad ass bass
provides the oomph
from his rippling throat.

Frog Music,
lulls one to sleep
with a smile on her face
this sultry summer night.

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