We live in an area surrounded by wooded wetlands. We love it for many reasons, us being a family of introverts and all. Not long after we moved in, we began hearing a curious sound in the evenings we hadn’t heard before. Frogs. One will start and soon another until they are making noise all around. Then as quickly as they start, they quiet back down. Until another one starts it up again that is. In general, I’m not a fan of reptiles or amphibians but I have fallen in love with the sound our little friends make in the quiet of the evening. It has become something we look forward to each year as winter begins to fade into spring.
As the daytime fades to night,
And each star turns on its light,
One by one they each begin –
It’s time to sing their song again.
What will they sing tonight?
We each wonder with delight.
Will they share their wisdom told
Through generations young and old?
Will it be a new love song
Sung harmoniously through the throng?
Perhaps a lively little ditty –
One ne’er found throughout the city.
Or a solo, single frog
Sharing a heartfelt monologue.
Maybe a quiet simple tune
Meant to serenade the moon.
With each Ribet and each Croak
We love the peace each sound invokes.
For there’s nothing as magical as the sound
Of evening frogs, that can be found.