The PondColoured greenish brown Pond banks Full from the recent rain. A chorus erupts at end of day Breaking the surface into shards of glass A fullness of tones from soprano to bass Blending in symphonic contrast. Tree toads add to the frogs Deep-noted plight Where are our lady loves This warm summer night? Our offspring we must see Tadpoles to form in our slimy sea. Be not shy in our moonwashed leas Echoes back from the trees. The lullaby puts me to sleep with ease Until the abrupt cease Of wordless pleas And cadance of blended harmonies By an unknown signal They now go to sleep While I now awake In the silence My companion, only the breeze.
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