Frogs
From millions of tiny, clustered eggs on the pond water’s
edge,
And from under the orange earthen washed-out ledge,
Come thousands of tadpole swimmers, with only a tail,
Next to the grassy bank, is a branch on which sits a snail,
The lily pads float by as do clouds in the sky,
The katydids sing and the grasshoppers fly,
The water bugs skate across the surface with ease,
The praying mantis can be found eating succulent leaves,
The pond life is active, it’s such a busy sight,
Peacefully chaotic, energetic and not at all contrite,
The turtles are sunning on the rocks near the bank,
A dragonfly is darting, his body quite lank,
Later on, the tadpoles will sprout four tiny legs,
Their tails will fall off and what once were eggs,
Now will emerge from the water and breath in fresh air,
The frogs have evolved and are willing to share,
With the other creatures in the still silent night,
As the sun sets on the pond, they croak with delight.
Tammy Harvey
Written: 9/29/2017
🐢🐸🐢🐸🐢🐸
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