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Heard on the Deck, 5 a.m.



From our silent little home between the sea and the bay
We hear the waves; we almost hear the spray
A light mist comes around to drizzle and drip
Nearby, winds in spruces whisper and whip
Down the road, Japanese roosters cry kokekoo
American cockerels call cock a doodle doo
Our Korean rooster replies kokioo, kokioo
In vernal ponds, boy tree frogs gribbit and chatter
Girl frogs employ this exhibit to decide which guys matter
We eavesdrop on the frogs empathetically
As the boys croak on onomatopoetically

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