They Chirp at Night

It’s night

There are frogs outside

Hiding in the grass and flowers

No light

Except for the stars, worldwide

Shining through the late night hours

Evening full

Of the chirping frogs

All sounding out of order

Tides pull

And push back the sog

It made of the pink sand border

Moon’s up

Soaring in the sky

Like a silent Good Friday kite

The flower cups

They’re where the frogs lie

Whenever they chirp at night