The little frog leaps through blades
Of grass as he shimmies through mud.
The swamp brown water splashes blue
And when ruptured, bruises at touch.
This frog’s surroundings, so delicate
That it pierces like a storm

As he cuts it with speed.
The frog finds the cliff rock
And cuddles the hot sun,
Kissing the unwavering heat.
And his throat sings
The pleasures the sun brings

To it. Turning his soft, slippery
Exterior tough and leathery;
Transforming and caressing his
Body. This is their song.
And in the sun’s arms he lay,
Stunned silent; amazed.