it calls like a thumb flicking the tines of a giant comb...
not exactly a friendly sound, but then, i'm not a frog...
it's the kind of sound that prickles your skin, and you have to stop what you're doing to figure out what * is * that...
it's really a wierd one
so, home alone
dark and rainy
i'm an easy target for supernatural events.... .
didn't it seem a little closer?
but not a crunching, exactly...
*breathe*
'called my personal coach, a serious expert on NATURAL events out there...
'held the phone out the door...
bwaaaaaaack....
'well, it could've been raccoon chatter, but
more likely it's a frog'
game over
'turns out, it was a rio grande leopard frog,
which i looked up on a webpage devoted to things
like texas toads and frogs
and i listened to umpty-ump frog calls until i came across one that sorta fit
[thanks david hills, wherever you are, for the great pic...]
i had found a match for a toad once, a nice little bufo americanus *lovely*
so i turned up the sound on the computer,
hit the frog call button,
and waited....
then came a little echo back from the pond...
brrrrrrrrrrrrk
'felt really cool playing with a frog
at a nice distance
for sure i wouldn't ever kiss one
wouldn't ever swallow one either
although, 'truth is,
'you've got to kiss a lot of frogs' before *bing* it's your princess ....
and
'when in trouble, swallow the biggest frog first' ....
*brrrrrrrrrrrrk*
...wouldn't it be sweet if someone came along to kiss george and dick and rummy and send them hopping back to whatever slimey bog they sprang from?
...for sure, someday, the truth will come along and require a reckoning for all of the lies that got us into this war, lies that sent off our own people to die or be maimed, and to kill and maim other mothers' children... lies of omission, hiding the truth that we went there to set up strategic military bases, and to maintain our 'presence' for years to come...something that will fade into memory, as other presidents take their turn at the helm...using these bases to manage our interests in the region, a little posturing to maintain the 'peace,' but, mostly, to protect the oil industry, for george's friends, the exxon-mobils, et al, and most especially the oil-rich saudis...17 of the 19 terrorists who flew the planes were saudis, not iraqis....and some of us, unwittingly, and some of us with purpose, serve to maintain a very, very elite culture of greed and powerlust without end.
If the arc of a moral universe does, indeed, bend toward justice, then it is my fervent, quite unchristian hope that those boys have to swallow an infinite number of big frogs for all eternity....
2 comments:
That's a big jump from frogs! But I see how you made it here.
A *really* embarrassing admission (better than a lie of omission): once upon a time I was in favour of this administration, and in favour of this war. Talk about kissing frogs...
Talk about embarrassing, once upon a time I actually worked on a project for the Shrub...and it is too ironic that it was a *READING* project.
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