After sun retreats signaling day’s end, moon cools the earth with her silver light and the frogs in my backyard pond awaken and begin to sing.
My ears cannot shut out their chirps. My eardrums vibrate to the hum of their chorus. The nightly tune is never quite the same. I’m sure some find frog sounds restful, even a lullaby. However, for me their sounds incite wakefulness.
Restless, flat on my back in bed, I picture green choristers seated in semi-circle around the pond, large eyes upward, serenading full moon. My wakefulness is not their aim.
Perhaps I should hum along?