frog call 2009

tree frogs sang every winter behind our house. As of January 2009, they are silent

frog call

deep regrets nor wonderment
will bring back the chorus
of frogs singing with sexual intent
out the window

cheering lustfully loudly lovely
we slept through it
never feeling lonely
or longing
for more than the frog calls
and good sleep

now we wonder
are they gone forever
will the mud erupt again
wet with feverish calls
with the excitement of surrender

have we banished them
at our peril
have we destroyed
a cherished sound
of the frogs
in the mud
in the pond
in the rain
in the back
are they gone?