This poem is self-explanatory, and appropriate for this time of year.
Spring Love Songs
The thrumming of the frogs attracting
mates in the countryside: a balm to winter-
weary souls.
In this cityscape my ear catches unfamiliar
humming. An early batch of cicadas?
For years the run-off pond behind
our condo had been wronged until it
scored the label of a small lake.
An eco-friendly outsider would now
tend to it. Frogs once made this waterhole
home.
Their country cousins consider anything
a predator, quiet their partying when I pass.
"Townie" frolickers show no inhibitions,
whooping it up despite my nearby footfalls.
Part of a city's overflow now a restored abode
for amphibians and their tunes.
An urban indicator of spring.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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