Croaks

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The nightly winds howl

as I lie in bed, awake.

I can hear the frogs.

 

As their endless croaks

get louder and louder, I

become more restless.

 

As I turn back and 

forth in my bed, I notice

the moon floating high.

 

Enchanted by it's

beauty, I forget about

the annoying croaks.

 

What is this? A spell?

Is this normal? I wondered. 

I laid there gazing.

 

Little by little,

my eyes began to close . All

that was bright, turned dark.

 

 

 

 

 

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