The eye of the storm...
Under the eye
the frogs croak their tune -
In lashes of light
from the stars and the moon...
Inside all the people
through cracked shattered glass -
Shake as they wait
for the stillness to pass...
Shadows from branches
broken and split -
Sway in the starlight
and back and forth flit...
Frightened and fragile
huddled and tight -
The people taste terror
in this long sleepless night...
Croaking in rhythm
in a circle of leaves -
Against drumming and shaking
from roof tops and eaves...
Then in an instant
the roaring begins -
And the frogs hop to safety
as the angry wind spins...
Joy Weare,
4th February, 2011.
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