its late when he arrives home from work worn out dragging in all that has been his day
children lie asleep house is quiet
outside the rain heaves down and the song, natures song begins
as night creeps the song calls, drawing him outside
we smile to each other knowing
and so he goes
laying down one part and picking up another
dressed in fishing waders with net and torch in hand he answers the call
time later wet yet smiling , he stands dripping at the door
did you find any?
it was so loud, like being in a chorus, i caught four
in the morning four frog happy children smiled at each other and their dad
'next time can I come to?'