That's What You Get Fer Thinkin'

gazing out an open
door, into the darkness
of an Alabama night,
I hear many spring peepers.
I wonder if these frogs
could sing for eternity.
I wonder if maybe,
they never stop,
and I just notice
their songs
at night.
But who's in a place
to say that the
river never rises higher than
it is right now?
Who's got the know-how
to determine
what kills a deer-tick
the quickest?

Standing in a grove of Pine
and pink dogwood,
i notice that there are
lightning bugs
in the air, again.
I feared them victims,
of poisons, and
climate change.
But who am I to
assume
that lightning bugs are
gone, never to be caught
in jars by
our children?
The fallacy
of
Thought.