Spring Songs

Standing in the dark of night I hear them
For the first time in an unsteady Spring
They sing out, calling their names
Little peepers, tree frogs, occasional bullfrog
Calling, calling, singing in homespun harmonies.
Peep peep a deep, chee-peep
Echoing in the distant wetlands they sing.
Sitting on the just blooming branch 
Head just above water they croak and call.
Gaaruump a dump rump rump bump
The bullfrog carefully adds the bass line
As if he has just seen the music for the first time.
"It is finally Spring", they call and sing.