June frogs

A loud croaking chorus
this first night of June;
Forecasting rains to come,
after blissful days of sun.

Summer is over and done,
rainy days must wash us now.
Them parched frogs happily
splash and sing their glee.

I hear them from their puddles
Some serenading muggles;
And unbeknownst to the latter,
they’re the subject of the clatter.

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