May 6, 2019. Rains have summoned the spade-foot toads, up from their burrows into misty night air … calling (could this be deemed crooning?) with a knowing confidence and persevering vigor. They like the pond just off the back porch (very near the bedroom window). Mating lasts throughout the night. Unable to sleep, I go out to enjoy the party.
This reads as a prophecy, fulfilled.
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Thank you … I’m chuckling at various prophecies you might have in mind … losing more sleep next round popping into my fore-thoughts. Then the toad’s role in overall planet balance (guessing Mother Nature smiles more on toads than humans.)
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Toads probably are more likable. Humans have their place, though. They are the ones who write the poems! (Also I really like the photo.)
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Thank you, Carolyn … luckily toads and humans appear to be coexisting nicely in my neighborhood.
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Sir Toad makes my heart go pitter-patter!
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Oh, Stephanie! He is indeed a charmer.
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It’s amazing the amount of noise they can make! Glad you found words to describe the situation.
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Thank you, Grammy – if I’m gonna lose sleep, there must be a poem to compensate!
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Great poem. And photo!
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Thank you! Sleep deprivation can stir up a muse …
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It can!
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Wonderful! Nature directing conduct – and more moon influence. Very inspired, and what a cool picture.
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VJ, thank you – a bit rude of me to take photos while they were coupled!
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Lol – a rare opportunity; how could you resist.
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