Now frogs inhabit the barranca beyond our back yard. A colony has migrated to our crook of the ravine, swept downstream by flooding through the wooded channel. This year the canyon has a new voice. Strange music amplifies my emotions. At night, I awake and listen to the chorus, obscured like an orchestra in its pit.
Frogs imprint the gorge with sound.
Their songs resonate from the banks and blend into landscape as much as monarch butterflies lifting like radiant bark off eucalyptus or the owl hollowing out the night with his lone syllable.