Strange Siblings My Prechristian Poems Number 2

STRANGE SIBLINGS Bvoo, Bvooom, Bvooo, BvooOOM! A crooning, male amphibian? Braying, honking, demanding room In an imagined Caribbean ... Bullfrog too wants to be a groom Vibrant with other sounds, insects: The zwee-zweeing of mosquitoes; Rustling, whistling birds out their nests As suddenly as tree swallows ... My curious trip disturbed their rest Poetry is filled with sights galore The scientist in me goes auditory; An ongoing, subtle symphony Joining night, bird, frog, mosquito