The Chirping of Frogs

I settle in cold
Ready for the night
A chorus of lovers
who cried out

For in that death
I would see
A teacher of song
who would speak

Of valiance unfolded
I would fly by
checking the time
Twice painted on my wrist –

I miss the sleepless nights
Where I heard the coqui
Telling tales
& Weaving lies

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