Field Guide

The green frogs
outside
celebrate the evening,
crying out
over each other
like a thousand
sisters.

When we come back
from fighting
over dinner, the
orange light of
dusk is piercing
through the house,
a spirit. It throws
itself out across
the lawn, casting
steep shadows.

By the time
we settle into our
own beds, the
frogs will have
turned in for the
night too, and
a tentative
calm will pervade
the wild night.
But for now,
for hours now,
they will keep
singing, tirelessly,
their single note.

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