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Raining on a lamp –
Insects falling, to the ground ~
Frogs wait, patiently.


Only with hindsight –
Realization sets in ~
Ireland’s night silence.

The ice on the pond –
Harder to break than you’d think ~
Smart frogs are elsewhere.

Small frogs –
So hot it is at night ~
Upside down in the bed.

Two small frogs, playing
with their buckets, pots and jugs ~
The Sound of Water.

[after Bashō; for my Kaulquappen]

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