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I heard a thwack, a sudden sound
by the second floor window.
It wasn’t an acorn, though I thought it was
at first. A tiny tree frog
against the screen, the window
right in front of my face
How he got there, I can only guess
Maybe he lived there
in the gutter
below the overhang
that part of the roof
He was there, happy as you please
ignoring my nose, inches from his face
watching his feet, his grip
on the glass
right in front of my face

August 1, 2007 15:13, 16:35

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