The Frogs are shaking their rattles
with no discernible rhythm.
They stand unseen
beyond the reach of the porch light.
surrounding the house
in the sultry night air
summoning me.
July 27, 2015 by Russ L
The Frogs are shaking their rattles
with no discernible rhythm.
They stand unseen
beyond the reach of the porch light.
surrounding the house
in the sultry night air
summoning me.
In my travels home from North Dakota I stopped at Frog Pond, a Natural Resource area in (I think) Minnesota along The Great River Road. I heard a bull frog! Pretty neat!
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Bullfrogs are cool!
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Very nice ending. =)
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They are dancing, Russ. Each individual dance rattles together in the song of the evening and of life itself. I love when you come up with a poem like this one.
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