anura
by Kitty Boots
no bass tones from the spring in back of the house
yet
no meaty legs propelling themselves into the water with a plunk
no jelly-like rafts floating on the water's surface
no tadpoles
not yet, it's early
still too early to dodge leaping bodies on misty roads at night
red eyes in the headlights
or to look up, when weeding the garden
lost in thought and music of a different era
pounding in your head, worming through your ears
and see
a bright green body, white throat, big sticky toes
friendly
a sign of rain? another child?
some sleep with them under their pillow
others recoil in fear
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Author's Note
I like frogs
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ribbit indeed! *
This would be fun to read aloud. Playful. Perfect line breaks. The sounds and visuals--distances, colors. The slide from "red eyes in the headlights" to kneeling in the garden "lost in thought and music of a different era pounding in your head, worming through your ears," and what follows, is cinematic.
Delightful work.
Kitty scores a 10! I'm a big frog fan too.*
*****
Now you've gone and made me like frogs, too *
See and hear it all so clearly.
"...big sticky toes/friendly"
Thank you, Beate, Matt and Gary!
Thank you, James.
Thank you, Tim. Frogs are awesome!
Thank you, Foster. Frogs are so neat...hope you get to know more about them!
Thank you, Dianne. The green tree frogs are my favorite (that is until a handsome pickerel frog comes along!)