I count three shooting stars
as the porch swing rocks to the rhythm
of one desperately lovesick frog.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Ah, such magnificence!
Indeed.
Great image! I hear August will be prime time for shooting stars this year. Some asteroid thingy…. 😊
Perseid meteor shower comes along every August. I stepped out to let the dog pee, and collapsed on our swing while he did his thing. In the 3 minutes or so that I was there, I saw 3 zip past in just the little bit of sky that I could see. I’ve never had seen so many so quickly.
” . .. one desperately lovesick frog.” Awesome!
Thanks, Melody!
Anthropomorphizing amphibians. Nice. I can hear the deep throated love rattle.
🙂 I don’t remember having heard them in our neighbourhood before, but 2 weeks ago, there they were, singing away in the evening (and occasionally one feisty fellow sings all night)
I truly dig nocturnal orchestration.
🙂
Hope sings eternal.
lol Nice one!
Woah… the shortness of the poem really expressed the idea well. I’m always impressed by these works.
Thank you.
I tell my students, “Brevity is an art.” 🙂