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West Park Haiku: Dusk, June 8, 2011

Sewer bond swamp art /Gregarious man, gin-smell/Frogs sing in the dark

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4 Comments

  1. By George Hammond
    June 11, 2011 at 5:02 pm | permalink

    swarms of baby toads
    hopping on paths near the ponds
    kids taking them home

  2. June 11, 2011 at 9:21 pm | permalink

    Q: Really toads? Or frogs?

    This elicits childhood memories of watching tadpoles develop in a “lagoon” near my parents’ student housing in Iowa. Maybe inspired my interest in biology.

  3. By John Floyd
    June 11, 2011 at 11:33 pm | permalink

    @1 Nice poem, George

    @2 Nice anecdote, Vivienne.

  4. By George Hammond
    June 12, 2011 at 11:56 pm | permalink

    :-) Thanks John.

    Vivienne, really toads. Males were calling from the water in West Park back in April. [link]

    There was a mind-boggling number of little black tadpoles in the large pond a couple of weeks ago, now they have metamorphosed. Toads transform at a smaller size than do frogs of comparable adult size, so now there are myriads of tiny tiny toads, no bigger than a fingernail.