SUMMER NIGHT’S SOUL MUSIC
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Walikng back to the car
At midnight to go home…
I hear a different sound afar,
Croaking starting low.
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A different frog than peepers
Taking o’er the swamp…
A few tentative voices
Before it starts to ramp.
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I wouldn’t want to be a fly
When the big bullfrogs come…
I know that I’d be quick to die
Hearing that “JUGGA-RUM!!!”
–JONATHAN CASWELL
ON A NIGHT’S WALK
(“Animal Crackers in My Soup”)
Owl flies onto a telephone pole,
Looking for a succulent mouse or vole…
Sits right there while looking ’round
Listening for meals on the ground!
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Froggies are silent in mid-June,
Maybe they’re waiting for a full moon….
Gotta grow up by August skies
To loudly belch out those bullfrog cries!
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Chittering from feeding raccoons,
At least they seem the most likely tunes….
Looking for all the things they eat
Without getting trash their diet is complete.
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Walking around at the midnight hour,
Doors to lock amid a springtime shower…
Some lights stay on all the night
Keeping things safe til the morning light!
–Jonathan Caswell
APRIL APPEARANCES
The Peepers are not crickets,
But tiny little frogs….
That appear in April
Out of the swamps and bogs.
Their peep from a tiny body,
Like the whistle of a tiny steam train….
When all in a crowd sounds loud
With their mating refrain.
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Later in the season,
Out come the bigger bullfrogs….
Who bellow for like reason
From the shores and bogs,
Both kinds of frogs have numbers
Too numerous to ignore,
But if a few are taken to chew
The rest go on full-bore!
–Jonathan Caswell
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By the Mighty Mumford 