Filling The Night

Every year the frogs get in our pool.
Each night, a grinding chorus,
throaty and pleasing, through the window
as night falls.

They’re all going to die, my husband says,
they’ll get sucked through the drain.
It ruins it for him. Not me,

I love their dark, wet sound.
It doesn’t seem so different from our fate,
finite hours of singing,
filling the night with our voices
for as long as we can.

[image: Wetland Beauty | Kathleen (Fawn) Patricia Chute]

One thought on “Filling The Night

  1. They manage to live in the swimming pool of a friend of mine. They sort of hover in the drain system. Nevertheless, this is a lovely poem.

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