Oh, if only those
air conditioner fans would stop
then I could listen to
the summer serenading
of the frogs.
I have a funny story about bullfrog serenading, which is probably only funny to me.
Put on some insect repellent and leave the whir behind.
I would, if I didn’t have this screw working its way out of my ankle. I managed to get around campus with my cane, but wasn’t up to off-roadings, so I never did escape all the noise. Inside, the bathroom fans always were going. They were wired in, and it wasn’t possible to turn them off. I am glad to be home. It’s quieter here.
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Shawn Bird is a high school English teacher, poet, and YA author in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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