from the conservative dark

 there are no answers coming in the night

nor clarity in morning that is why

we seek for explanations on the fly

in earnest wish for ending of our plight

but nothing comes there is no vivid sight

all's grey and dullness settles on each eye

there's no firm sanity we can espy

the universe seems ordered by mere spite

when we were children we were told that cause

and effect followed by a straight decree

of nature's and the world was really plain

to adult eyes but now we have no laws

to follow and we find we are not free

since those who want to lead us are insane

from evening to morning

 frogs croaking through the night even in cold

february so rustically loud

you feel immersed within a chanting crowd

and yet the sound itself does not grow old

the singers do not seem to be consoled

but croak majestically clear and proud

this is their world they won't be disallowed

by sleepy humans none of whom are bold

to say all this is merely to record

last night's concerto in the nearby pond

as one more sign of nature undismayed

by all we do for my part i just snored

dreamt of strange worlds and places far beyond

my normal life then woke to mundane trade