I
was once a frog
you know
home
upon a lily
it seems a foolish time
so far ago
but all of us
were young
then
a croak
is like a call
to love
sent by one
melancholy
a croak is just
a song to sing
on wistful nights
of ripples
on the pond
and I still send
my song of love
though I’m no longer
on the lily
I call out my heart
once so alone
but now
I call to …
we are all just
once-were-frogs
crying on our lilies
sending songs pa-donk
pa-donk
just hoping for
an echoed bonk-ba-bonk
to give the hope
of love
© Frank Prem, 2017
March 2017 Poem #32: orchestrated autumn
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Frank Prem Poetry 
I am in Florida at the moment and it is frog season here at night. Very low deep throated ba-bonks from all directions. And, yes, I was once a frog, in another life.
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All frogs together, Anne, once upon a time.
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When my father was taking care of a house then, it was a village, and whenever went there for a holiday, the noise from the frogs would not allow us to sleep on time.
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They are very vigorous in their singing, aren’t they? Thanks for reading.
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Vigorous! Disturbing! Especially in the night in some villages.
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😤
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