I hear you every night
as I write—
A native of the shadowed world,
your song pierces through silence,
with heart to fight
for a mate.
Night cracks open
with your call,
love answered
beneath the moonlight.
A quiet surrender
at dawn—
to fight again
the next night,
vivid, wild, and full of life,
driven by the relentless passion
of your nightly quest for love.
As I sit again
to write—
your song encourages me
to persist.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hear the coquí every night as I sit down to write… Persistently calling for his mate. I meditate on his call, and it encourages me to write.
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Comments1
The song of the frog is so comforting to me and speaks of peace and sleep. I sleep to their songs every night. A lovely piece and a fave
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