Soon after a tadpole gets
four legs and ten webbed toes,
it goes ker-splash from the family log,
a reed-green audacious bullfrog.
Lessons it learned should now suffice
for grownup in-the-swim of life;
Mom ribbits for good nutrition,
proud Dad swells at kid’s transition.
Child departs with fully-formed lungs,
leaving meal on mom’s sticky tongue;
tadpole time is now finito
so must catch its own mosquito.
Though folks miss their adult offspring,
have freedom now to do their thing:
stretch out in roomy dive for soaks,
perfect their own creative croaks.
- Author: ElaineAnneWestheimer ( Offline)
- Published: July 31st, 2022 17:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
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