If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
On a warm June evening, as the sun dips it's head behind the trees,
and the bull frogs croak their nightly chants,
I'm reminded of the translation of their song by my great grandmother.
Says one bull frog, "More room, more room."
And the other replies, "Can't have it, can't have it."
I hope wherever you are, you have a chance to enjoy a warm June evening,
preferably with a chorus of bull frogs.
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~Bee well friends~