Nights with Karma

When the house finally closes, if the house ever closes, and I move out of Doris' house, I will miss falling asleep to sound of Karma pattering feet and giggles, as they fade away the sound of Gregory practicing his new guitar - a dobrough - comes to the forefront and when he goes to bed the frogs take precedent - a cacophony of croaking that floats in my open window all night.