I lay there, window open wide. The weather's warmer now, and the frogs peep as I contemplate sleep. Way off, the familiar rumble of a train. Wonder what the frogs think when they hear it. Must sound mysterious, bigger than life. What name do they give it? The Great Croaker: Lord of the Frogs? Do such magics, well beyond a lowly frog's ability to comprehend appear God-like? A force of nature to be reckoned with? The train passes. My mind wanders. I think maybe I should have been born a frog.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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7 comments:
So that means you're someone's prince, Dave.
Trains I hear but no frogs. many birds, gackles actually. They drown out the frogs and everything else.
That you inspire contemplation of a frog's life - amazing.
I'm going with "The Great Croaker".
Kelly,
Prince? Hmm, well I do enjoy a good snogging now and then! It brings out the frog in me. :)
Ole Blue,
Gackles at night? Ack, that would be tough to sleep through.
Cooper,
I like that one too. ^^
Snogging. Bwaaahahhaa. Has your daughter read Me, Angus, and Full Frontal Snogging? At least that's what I think it's called. It's a great book. If she's twelve or so. Okay, so maybe 13 or 14? Heck. I think it's great. Snogging. Love it.
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