A chorus of frogs sing outside my window,
a tell tell sign that Spring draweth nigh,
then suddenly something stops their song,
and I sit here bewildered, wondering "why?"

A few seconds of silence, and then an encore
as if a curtain had been intentionally dropped,
and then on cue it's suddenly raised again,
and frogs once again sing as if never stopped.

One of nature's beautiful mysteries no doubt,
and as I sit here enjoying the poetry of P.C.
the accompaniment of the chorus of frogs,
blesses my reading with completed serenity.