FROGS

I sat on a rock by a pond
two frogs my eyes were upon
they were jumping around
trying to avoid touching the ground.

I thought I was funny so I giggled
but the frogs made their eyes at me wiggle
as though they understood what I thought
and believed that it was battle not worth being
fought.

I set my eyes towards the sky
and saw the frogs were after a fly
they both put their tongues out
one hit the fly, and the other my mouth.

So the morale I learned today
Is never be in the way
Of a pair of frogs flying
At least when its near lunchtime.

Herbert O. Holzbauer
© November 2002

Midi: "Banjo Polka"

Photo: "Frogs"
By: Brian Cassey