Let the small things speak
I whispered to the small child
as we sat by a vernal pond
one soft evening in early April
I hear jingle bells, Miss Rachel!
She whispered back in wonder
Where are they?
All around us in the darkness
Hundreds of tiny frogs sing
in a fairy chorus to
welcome Spring's return
They peep together to
ring their elfin bells
How big are they?
Peepers are petite, like your pinkie
They have a big X on their backs
because they are special
Why are they special?
They are Mother Nature's
sentinels
They watch for trouble in
their homes by the pond
What trouble?
Some grownups throw
poisoned garbage into
the rivers which feed ponds
They claim it's harmless
But the peepers know better
Their food vanishes and
their eggs die
And they too die
The other wild creatures who
visit the ponds,
Fish, birds, beavers,
must move away or die
Until, one day, Spring comes in silence
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