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Frogs

After an age of stentorian coupling

Dots became tadpoles pullulating

Zooming around in marauding bands

A spoon of porridge for their catering

 

Tadpoles fed porridge and algae

Will grow into froglets in no time

I watched them hop onto dry land

I hoped they would reach their prime

 

But thrushes and robins were waiting

The novice amphibians proved easy meat

Beady...

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Squat Frogs

 Our thoughts are squat frogs sploshing around in the foggy marsh of our minds. A croak here, a croak there, then they disappear into murkiness plopping up later, random and undetermined to splosh and croak some more.

Oh! that they were leaping salmon heading up through swirls and rocky torrents, progressing against currents and foam; the fish and river sparkling in the sun. Achieving at last ...

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A Poem For Spring - Ms. Shannon Frog

Ms. Shannon Frog
(By Paul A M Palmer)
 
Wintering in the dark
Beneath the rock
Beneath the stone
Beneath the bark
She sleeps
 
Dreaming of Spring
Amongst the males
Amongst the grass
Amongst the green
She sleeps
 
No thoughts of fear
About the fox
About the crow
About the stoat
She sleeps
 
Then in the Spring
Beneath the rock
Bene...

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Sweaty Little Fingers

Sweaty Little Fingers

 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive. 

 

"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"

 

1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive

I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive 

but he was too small for me so I made him dive 

back into the water.

 

1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...

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