Tonight
I heard the owl’s muffled cackling
through the walls of the house.
“You gotta come outside and hear this!”
they said.
Although the grass was silver in the moonlight
the forest was dark.
Even though I could not see them all around me,
the frogs were dancing powwow
with their cowbells on.
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Love it.
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Hi Holly,
Thank you for loving the poem and following me! 🙂
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Russ, this is a poem that made me smile so big that starlight got caught glinting off my teeth! Oh this is wonderful. I really like your poetry.
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Thank you for liking this! There is something about being culturally imprinted enough so that we can hear our sounds in the sounds like those of the frogs.
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