There was only silent there,
When the storm ended leaving a
Nourishing pond for a quartet of spring.
Spaced under the pond's surface, four toads mounted,
Waiting for spring's conductor
To signal their first encore.
It was intriguing to hear the first falderal
And watch the first silvery snout
Surface with its bold resounding notes:
Bur-up Bur-up Bur-up
Three other toads sat silent until
Instructed by spring's baton
Director to record. In timely sequence
They spiral their silvery snouts to the
Ponds' rim, and expel an invader's sound
That tuned the air: Bur-up__ Bur-up__ Bur-up
Until the chorus dismantled.
I could endure their bold interruptions
Because beyond the hills stirred the
Grand awakening.