A lone tree frog calls out tonight,

As I, ever wondering,

Wish well of/for those who wish well of me.

Quietude helps me sleep,

Rests my brain,

Puts thoughts away for another rainy day.

The next few weeks my introversion rises from weeks-long slumber,

Feeding upon the home laboratory think tank contents,

Creating new crests and troughs,

New wave patterns pattering their little pseudopods paddling offshore.

Dream well, deeply, richly.

Imagine what you will.

I say goodnightmare to you.

G’day, mate, in other words.

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