METAMORPHOSIS: A Tadpole's Tale

	i was born with spring
	& began as a pulsating embryo
	under a maple leaf

	wriggling my tail by blind instinct
	i emerged from a translucent sack
	swimming towards clumps of reeds

	soon i became an insatiable mouth
	a propeller searching for clumps of algae
	mosquitoes & aquatic plants

	my world was dangerous
	& exciting
	& many siblings were devoured
	by birds or bass

	as summer came my tail shrank
	& fins shriveled away
	one morning
	my head rose above water
	& i climbed onto a lily
	then croaked –
	"being a friggin’ frog is great!"


Soo:     This is non-sense.

Ellesha: That's fine. The world needs more of that. We should live lightly & 
         not take ourselves seriously.

Andrei:  Actually, this poem makes me wanna croak.

Jules:   Why?

Andrei:  Don't too many people live like frogs already?


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from _Let the waters be my witness: Messages about our watery world_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY: Some thoughts about the life cycle of a frog.
KEYWORDS: frog life cycles, transmutation, frog life cycle, tadpole transformations, nature poetry

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 1996 in Shizuoka, Japan / Finished: 2020 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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DEUTSCH:  http://www.tnewfields.info/de/geliebtes.htm
ESPAÑOL:  http://www.tnewfields.info/es/conch.htm
FRANÇAIS: http://www.tnewfields.info/fr/meta.htm 
NIHONGO:  http://www.tnewfields.info/jp/hora.htm