#12 Frogs

Last night I dreamed about

the frogs across the road.

I know I keep talking about them.

But they are loud. When the

windows of my room are open,

their singing hurts my ears.

My dream was that I was

in the marsh with the frogs,

and they were teaching me

to sing.

I woke up, feeling wet and cold,

and looked out the open window,

rubbing my ears.

In the dark, blue water they

were sitting, black eyes unblinking.

They were wondering about me.