The frogs are calling—little clouds of steam
are visible around the solar lamps
that dot the garden by the swimming pool;
the pristine smell of eucalyptus damp
with sunscreen lotion, Aerogard and chlorine.
Little clouds of steam—the frogs are calling
across the family friendly tourist park
from hidey-holes around the swimming pool,
clueless that the garden has them marked
for death by slow approach to squeaky clean.