The Yellow Frogs
The little yellow frogs
are pumping their thighs
creating synchronous ripples
over the lily pond,
it's a musical moment
but a silent one.
A Blue Jay cackles-out,
its scolding rattle
slaps my ears.
The frogs for a short while
croak back,
then return
to their silent work-out,
water music resumes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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