The Frog Community

The little pond is dark and deep
much deeper than you would think.
It is filled with strange creatures
stocked by birds flying over,
dropping their catch caught from other ponds by accident ..
We would sit on the porch and listen..
about 150 yards up the hill from the little black water..
Just before dark the frogs begin singing..
it always started with one big daddy..
he begins with a deep bass croak..
as if directing the rest of the frog community..
they begin to sing in unison, in rhythm.
All the while,
Lightning Bugs lit up the field as darkness fell upon us.

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Nashville