Fog Hop

By Inklin   

along the mottled prairie an orchestra transpires
one that echoes through the core of me and cuts through my twilight
new mother's croak and bachelors hunt
longing to find his mate
while all the frogs hop to and fro
with tadpoles to anticipate

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it\'s a macro really about the sounds of frog life in the night