Everyone and everything is going away but me and the frogs, I think. We'll be here to hear the (other-than-frog) silence fall, and I'll sniff the damp night air for lingering scents of winter and early scents of spring. There might be a visit from an owl or a raccoon, and maybe even deer, and later on the cars will drift back by, one by one. A few dogs will surely bark, but the frogs and I will have most of the night to ourselves. It's just as well. The sound of my footsteps on the walk has put me in the mood to be alone and to have my brain unsullied by further words, even my own. Time for the lights to go out. My thoughts have been kissed by frogs and become princely.
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Everyone and everything is going away but me and the frogs, I think. We'll be here to hear the (other-than-frog) silence fall, and I'll sniff the damp night air for lingering scents of winter and early scents of spring. There might be a visit from an owl or a raccoon, and maybe even deer, and later on the cars will drift back by, one by one. A few dogs will surely bark, but the frogs and I will have most of the night to ourselves. It's just as well. The sound of my footsteps on the walk has put me in the mood to be alone and to have my brain unsullied by further words, even my own. Time for the lights to go out. My thoughts have been kissed by frogs and become princely.
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