when Bright Eye gazes across the distance, her luxurious lashes light upon the surface. The warm air stills. The tide moves. Blue herons soar and deer venture forth.
This is when they assemble. Unseen.
one by one, they sing their note, chorus vibrates on the shore, sound waves circle up and up, crescendo in the clouds …
One long, luscious Ohmmmm … As each becomes their note.
just as suddenly as they begin, the singing frogs of Coos Bay release, look inward, reflect. Breathe from the soul.