Little Frogs

Pink fingerlings and Yukon Golds

Dug up and drying on the floor

Little frogs on the front lawn

I didn't kill in the mower

Phoebe back to build again

Above the basement door

Dry owl wings and other things

I'm wildly grateful for

September sun and weekday fun

Being up when cars aren't cruising

Morning mist that slowly lifts

And the daylight that we're losing

Cause there's more time with the stars that way

I'll hang on conversations

Between the Queen of Ethiopia

And some of her relations

All that I love

Rain at night

Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight

Whatever it was we heard in the woods

That we may never see

Who doesn't love a mystery?

Unexpected lunch dates with my sweetheart

In the townships

Hardly even noticing these depressing surroundings

Cause there's more time with his eyes that way

I am lost in their affections

The warmest brown is eiderdown

It's sacred ground to rest in

All that I love

Rain at night

Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight

Whatever it was we heard in the woods

That we may never see

Who doesn't love a mystery?