Full ponds and warm weather
A sure sign that it’s spring
Making the frogs hop and sing

‘Tis the season for their song
Their serenade lasts for hours and hours
Invading my sleep, making it sour

How do I request an owl fly over
Just a need a little silence
Before throwing shoes over the fence

I considered retaliation
Singing before dawn on the pond banks
Disturbing the frogs in the tanks

My neighbors might take offence
Feed me to the frogs, claiming self defense
Turn up their air conditioner and sleep soundly

Stupid frogs

I know you are in there. I can hear you.

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 23