With Painted Words

Evening Song

by Agnes Clarke

The lapping water tinkles by

To its source beyond the sun

While in the pond a gathering

The evening has begun

 

Ears tuned for sound and eyes aglow

In chorus the male voice loudly calls

The husky sound of mating

Inviting ladies to the ball

 

Felix plays the tambourine

Held with webbed feet oh so tight

While Jonny toots the old French horn

To make music in the night

 

Sally’s guitar has lost a string

But play it she will try

While Willy slaps his muscular hip

And water splashes high

 

In shades of green skin shining moist

The ladies arrive on que

Gently hopping from pad to pad

No predators here on view

 

Tapping with mystical gusto

The band leader strikes his pose

While large eyes watch in wonder

The concerto music ebbs and flows