Wah, wah, WAH, WAH, WAH!
These are the sounds I sleep to this time of year.
(Not to mention hear all day long.)
Our pond is full of amphibian life.
You can clearly tell who the granddaddy frog is--
his is the loudest and longest Wah, wah, wah in the night.
By day my favorite intrepid frog fetchers
occasionally creep around the shore,
wade in the shallows,
signal to each other silently.
They have a strict catch and release policy,
and have agreed not to net the big
granddaddy who lives near my bedroom window.
A rite of summer if there ever was one!
It is such exhausting labor that it calls for a little dip
at the end of the hunt.
Happy summer, everyone!