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The Night Frog |
The frog croaks its lonely sound
during moonlight hours,
It weeps throaty notes
into my sleeping ears.
It sends me guttural poems, and
haunting sounds of yore.
It is an earthly, pious droning,
that sinks into the dark earth.
It is united with all that
breathes, it pushes my mind
into the ground until
it tastes humanity.
I long to see that warty frog that
sings such songs, but
it has passed unseen into
the darkness of its own
melody.
copyright 2012
James G
Piatt |
