Best Crawdads Poems

Just past far as you can go,
yonder, where the crawdads sing,
out beyond time’s ebb and flow,
festival is full in swing.

Bullfrog’s on the tympany,
joined by pileated drums.
Katydids join company;
bold and bright, the bayou hums.

River Daughter glides the marshes,
carried forward by the song.
Haunting, her harmonic partials
rise up...

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Where do crawdads hide 
buried in muddy creek banks 
living the good life...

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