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Spring Snuck In Once More
Sunday sonnet
Last Sunday night, spring peepers started peep,
peep, peeping at the pond across the way.
While things are mostly looking dead asleep,
these frogs are waking up. Spring’s here today.
A tinge of red paints tips of maple twigs,
a splotch of green tint spreading on the lawn,
in misty, halfway frozen, wet Spring digs,
a twiggy frog-built nest feeds urge to spawn.
We all wish to survive and sing our tune.
Communicate by screeching half we say.
We all could be exterminated soon.
So, when did winter slink and melt away?
I never heard the clanking of the gate.
Spring’s warmth sure quickens metabolic state.
I attempted to catch an image of a spring peeper (Pseudacris crucifer). These extremely loud, over 100 decibels loud, small tree frogs sure know how to hide. Maybe next time.
