When someone dies, we say, "He croaked." Supposedly the death rattle sounds like croaking, but that must be a different species of frog from the tenor frog i'm hearing.
Perhaps this croaking frog is reminding me to reflect on death every day (and night) as the Buddha recommended. Life is short. Life is precious. Life is fleeting. And then, it's gone.
The frog croaks.
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