Insects whisper secrets from the trees: Pst, pst, pst—listen to me. Cicadas call with deafening song: Mi, mi, mi, mi all night long. Frog choruses bellow haunting calls That pierce like paper windows and walls, Some are hollow: tock, tock, tock, Like a rod hitting a wooden block;Others ordinary ribbits you’d Expect—whether a duet or …
