Bullfrog

the thrumming, drumming, deep, base call

of the bullfrog in his habitat

a strong echo midst the crickets’ song

like a supernatural orchestra

playing spiritual octaves

and summoning the souls of the catfish

that swim nearby and slap their tails

to the beat of the bullfrog’s drum

and the animals that come to drink

the deer, the fox, the muskrat

listen to the rhapsody as the moon dips down

beneath the shadows of the pine trees

all a part of the grand symphony

of Mother Nature’s sublime creation