FROG

Lookin' around my place for an image, a poem, a blip ...

At once ...
... They're back again
At least he's there
Others to come
Don't know when, where
Not long for him
To be alone
Then very soon
You'll hear their song
A cracked croak
Out of deep throat
Full to the moon
The whole night long ...
... Frog's breeding tune.


(From: Little Poems and Small Verses)