Frog

Frog
three-toed fry
vagrant, minstrel-boy
courting the wet nights.
you sing,
Come to me, my lovers
Come to me to lie
Come forward, all you lovers
This chorus needs your voice.
you've got your band of brothers
your poly-rhythmic jive
you wicked band of brothers
you all want love tonight.

Dog
you guard the house
you watch the door
from the threshold.
something's in the shadows
you can feel it in your bones
what's come inside our circle?
tell me, tell me all
so, strike your silver tongue
a velvet tremolo
a warning to the unwelcome
prime your rank throat.

I've got
six legs in a row
I know how to use them all.
I go where I want to
I go where looks good

The Cowboys

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