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Spring Peepers!
The song that owns the night
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Mar 25, 2021
On misty March evenings I wait for them:
the first timid notes and then a few more.
Tiny frogs tuning up their voices,
an ever-growing choir
holding practice out of doors.
By every brook and every pond
hidden in the shadows of the barely-budded trees,
numberless voices soar in crescendo;
the tireless chorus issues this decree:
We are back and with us comes the Spring!