Bullfrog Jamboree

The sun settles down to the top of the trees
'Til the sky turns magenta and pink.
The night bird awakes to the passing of day,
And the stars start to flutter and wink.

And deep in the meadow, where waters stand still,
A melody somewhat off key
Comes lilting it's way to a listening ear...
A bullfrog jamboree.

And the crickets accompany them as they sing;
Though harmony is not their aim.
Their symphony sung to a departed sun
Seems little more than a game.

There is something quite soothing in hearing their song;
A secret; a treasure to keep;
A peaceful reminder of simpler times
As we quietly drift off to sleep.

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