The first time I heard them, I wasn’t even sure what they were. I was about to fall asleep but the sound drove me to the brink of being awake.
People describe bad singing as being frog-like but right outside my bedroom window, two floors away I hear them singing and I don’t hate it.
Its a strange sound. It’s like a rippling echo resounded that begs
you to listen.
Somehow, tonight, their song is beautiful. Sure it doesn’t have the light and texture of the morning birds. Yes, it doesn’t put a dance to your feet, but it’s still beautiful. Not classically beautiful, but the raw beauty that is purely natural.
Tonight, I am lulled to sleep by the song of the frogs . And there’s nothing else I would rather listen too.