Sign up to receive updates when articles like this are published. Sign up to receive alerts when articles like this are published. Md. It was in verse.
Peepers come and peepers go With their mostly audial show.
Methinks the peepers get their cues From the signals the flowers use. The rhyming verses, too long to quote here, were a study in phenology, or the effect of climate on biological phenomena, like the flowering of plants. I set out for my meadow, to the little vernal pool by the edge of the woods, where the lusty peepers gather to greet spring with their high trilling voices. And then the bloodroot flowers shed Dutchman's breeches there instead. A few May apples were just beginning to pop up out of the leaf litter, and a forest of skunk cabbage meandered along the stream.