Jeremy Seligson writes

Froggie Bottoms

Growing up in Washington, D.C., I couldn't go out and find any tribes of Indians living in a state of nature, although as a child I often wished to run away and join one. Nor could I locate any as an adult. But, each spring and summer, I did find frogs nearby in Rock Creek Park. They were the closest I could get to a tribe, one I could observe and sometimes be given their company.

Later, moving to a hillside in Seoul, South Korea, I was thrilled by the sounds of frogs playing music up in the woods, inside and around a pond. Instead of a bar or club I'd climb up there in the middle of the night for real entertainment. Join us!

 

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Rock Creek Park

Scooping

frog eggs

into jar

jar gets

frothy in

Pop’s garage,

“Dump it out!,”

cries Mom

Tiny frogs

flicker tails

One hops

out of jar

into a joyful

turtle’s beak

One winter,

climb

neighbor’s 
wall

dig frog

out of

swimming

pool’s ice

Bullfrog cut

open with

manicure

scissor

wins

“Honorable

Mention”

at school
Science Fair

                                                                  

 --Ed Baker